slam the wing boy
break another seal
bongo jazz
rockets on
roof-tops of colony – just an image
walking by
the room and moldy labels
rotten veins
staring at the porn spread
thinking of descending markets
not wanting poems
anymore
slices of death
and teenage waistcoats
selling what poetry
doesn’t
smart ass wanna-be
philosophers
eat rich bread with honey
leaving me matchsticks
and Colorado
cigarettes
American in name
communist in taste
to them I’m an Indian
meal on their pan
thirsty for blood
to review
for their own
egocentric
purpose
play that jazz, pharaoh
I’m skill scene,
suckers.
A.J. Kaufmann—wandering bard of Poznań, sonic druid of the cassette realm. Born under a vinyl moon during a lo-fi storm, raised by spectral mixtapes and surreal dreams. He’s conjured 200+ albums while debating invisible muses and sipping metaphor tea. Writes like a mystic, sings like a caffeinated oracle. May or may not be part mushroom. Proceed with headphones.
- Strona główna
- Bandcamp
- SoundCloud
- Säure Adler
- STONED GYPSY WANDERER Vinyl
- SÄURE ADLER Vinyl
- "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" CD
- Fairyport Convent
- Gita Ra
- The Yellow Blackness
- Psychedelic Mayhem
- Bezkwit
- Interview 2024
- A.J. Kaufmann Interview by Dave Bixby
- Interview 2022
- Interview 2021
- Review: A.J. Kaufmann 'Fairyport Convent' - The Sleeping Shaman
- Reviews | Säure Adler - The Quietus
- Adam Majdecki-Janicki
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