Desert Bounce Clash
Down in the gully where the gum trees rot I found a
furry artifact in a secret spot It wasn't a wallet,
it wasn't a shoe It was a mummified pouch from a buck
kangaroo I whispered a question about my tax return The leather twitched
and made the bare ground churn It smelled like eucalyptus and a
damp locker room Then a voice like a chainsaw rose up from
the gloom
Eshladain, the pouch has spoken
The seal of the Outback is finally broken
Eshladain, hear the velvet decree You owe forty bucks to the ghost
of a flea Eshladain,
the pouch has spoken The law of the scrub is no longer
a token
I took it to the pub and sat it on a stool
Ordered it a schooner,
I'm nobody's fool It didn't have a mouth but the beer disappeared
The locals backed away like something bad was near
It told the bartender his star sign was wrong Then it sang
a three hour interpretive song It knows where you hid all the
keys to your car It knows why you're crying at the kebab
bar
Eshladain, the pouch has spoken
The seal of the Outback is finally broken
Eshladain, hear the velvet decree You owe forty bucks to the ghost
of a flea Eshladain,
the pouch has spoken The law of the scrub is no longer
a token
At midnight it rattled beneath the neon light
The jukebox coughed and died in fright
It pointed one claw at the dusty sky And said pay your
debt
before you die
I asked who sent it from beyond the stars
It whispered, mate,
you know who you are
Eshladain, the pouch has spoken
The seal of the Outback is finally broken
Eshladain, hear the velvet decree You owe forty bucks to the ghost
of a flea Eshladain,
the pouch has spoken
Black line!
Blue light!
Silver flash when the bass hits right!
Hands up!
Stand tall!
ESHLADAIN on the concrete wall!
ESHLADAIN! LET THE BASS GO BOOM!
BOOM-BAP KNOCKING, MAKE THE WHOLE PLACE MOVE!
CHROME IN THE LIGHT,
BLUE FIRE IN THE NIGHT,
WHEN THE KICK GOES THUMP,
EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT! HEY! HEY!
LET THE WHOLE CREW SHOUT!
TURN THAT
BASS UP, LET THE SOUND ROLL
OUT!
FROM THE FIRST ROUGH SKETCH TO THE FINAL DESIGN,
ESHLADAIN ON THE
WALL, PUT THE NAME ON
THE LINE!
Quick with the flick and the flick of the wrist,
Got a list of extensions that twist and persist.
Cross over, flow over,
arrows that bend, Every line has a reason,
every tail has an end.
No cluttered-up centre, leave the letters some space,
Give the S room to swing and the H room to brace.
Silver on the face with the cyan in the core,
Black shadow underneath, make the whole thing roar.
Purple in the background,
gold on the tips,
White
highlights flash when the rhythm line hits.
I'm not chasing perfection in a single quick stroke,
Build the bones, build the flow,
let the whole piece smoke.
Wait.
You hear that?
That's not thunder.
That's the kick drum arguing with the concrete.
Big bass bounce with the boom-bap snap,
Wildstyle geometry, no copy-paste map.
Letter by
letter, get the structure correct,
Then the shadows come through
and the colours connect.
Crisp edges, rough texture,
paint drips below,
Little sketch in the margin showing how the lines grow.
From the towers to the arrows,
let the whole thing climb,
Make the piece look alive when it lands on the line.
No crown without balance,
no flow without space,
Make the final N kick the whole word out
of place!
ESHLADAIN Eshaladain