Composed in response to the DJ Muggs & Crimeapple song of the same name.
Slow, sad strings samples,
Warm and prick my soul—
Muggs knows a thing about them,
As well as booming snares—
Ones that could easily,
But here there are none,
Just relentless polysyllables,
Spat through cold gold grills,
Inglés a español, viceversa—
‘...blood in my eye like aye aye aye’,
Makes me smile wide, wide.
When I close my eyes
And listen, I could be anywhere—
It’s always night and doleful;
The constant of the loop, gentle
Like a slow dance or dirge,
Fingered strings asking questions aloud.