The Shambling Darkness Project

The Scuttle Album

A mixing of kind

in like, relish,

& the deep hamper

leeringly dovetailed

to discographies,

these mutated sounds

thrummingly emanate

from nebulae

so of equality named:

crab: equine bumpers.

With my depth modulator

& funk-forks

I pick up planetary

emanations,

equatorial vibrations,

girdle grunts

that point here.

Deep space

has a discothèque

– yet unbombed –

& it likes to move it.

Move it.