blood of the cucurbita

we are myth

we are legend,

behind fences we are found

bred and sacrificed on all hallows eve,

generations past

gutted and carved in celebration,

so misunderstood seen only as decoration

as human skulls on poles once where,

unlike my wild cousins in mexico

scattered over landscape and mountain,

they do not suffer the tampering

of our genetics

79 loci,

phenotypic slides for frankenstein,s scientist

altered , inbred,

not realizing our beauty

in shape and color

palmate leaves , long tendrils

unisexual flowers touched by gentle bee

curling about stamen

stroking with long legs

collecting pollen my yellow stain

peponapis body thrumming

resonant on my petals,

10,000 years of domestication

treated worse than dogs

compliant in nature as man knows best

our flesh substance forgotten

as gourd display incised and flensed

to amuse and terrify

projects of another’s nature

that is more disturbing and cruel

poetry, poem , fall

As The City Rumbles Underneath – Hearts Expire

 

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“Hearts Expire” is a mix of elemental references (lyrically) , guitars from the heart
and a bright pop beat .
Greatly inspired by Space, the gravity of love and all its facets – It explores the perpetual “need” for freedom within the heart and soul .

Many thanks to the people who worked on this video with us:
Directed by: Hunter Lua
Director of Photography: Jake Vincent
Edited: Roz Gracie

Bio

Cat Forsley and Ashton Price met in September 2012 and decided to start collaborating on a project because of a mutual interest in dreamy, ambient music. They decided to release their music under the band name “As the City Rumbles Underneath”. Ashton Price is an accomplished music producer and writer that has a studio based out of Toronto. Cat Forsley is a poet and artist that enjoys using her talents for animal advocacy.

and check out our links here for more info:
http://catforsley.me
http://www.morphproductions.com

 The wonderful Ashton and Cat

without the wind

salt water in winter,

two fingers deep

secret to staying afloat,

vulva tides awash with secrecy

worn beneath cotton bedsheets

and that short black coat,

temptation and lust

a wanting beyond the

open expanse of ocean,

swell and topography,

knowing placement and feeling,

blind cartographer

left fingerprints and tongue

impressions,

beneath  a wayward sun,

tremors that crawl

emotion burned nerves,

and within no hollow thrum,

with tug she guided

fold and rise

waves break over rocks

map has it’s relief

with tidal surge,

shudder and compression,

the moment when the sea becomes

translucent,

and memory of this voyage

imprinted overwriting

others lesser and shorted

Micheline an amazing artist go and visit her website and find her on twitter @artymicheline