We Could Become River Rats - Dikembe

These residences are just baseboards and street signs

Without conversations about common interests

Our spines are torches and our skulls are on fire

But I bruise in the spotlight

The minutes spent, making ghost sounds

Keep me up for days

I’m less relevant when the words resist

And I’m strapped to the backseat

For a list of reason beyond my control, I can’t stay

But this place on tape keeps me away

Like a Roman Empire

I’m on holiday from my hometown

I’m on holiday from my hometown