i hold your crumbling antique tightly in my hand
pull my knife from phallocrypt
you sit self-satisfied like a cat of cleopatra
with knights sworn to protect the sacred drip
scorpio leans over me now
with all his venom spit
anoints with boiling water on my back
seconds caught crystallized
a silken cowl covers you
no defense when rats are on attack
now blackness covers all
the moon an obsidian oval
bending in the corner of the night
it fills my chalice with a wine of fermented hydra blood
each head, a different palate of insight
fly to your island now
safe behind the mesh and tarps
where all your sharpened sticks will keep you warm and well
and i'll retreat to where i hide my drawer of magic
you never told me all my gold would melt in hell
Bedroom pop with gentle electronic accents from Josh Thorpe, who paints sweetly intimate portraits of everyday love. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2023
The second album from Hourlope is an experimental record topped with spoken word passages that conjure disctint worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2022