Rhys and Carmen

Calvin & Robin.

Match made in heaven.

Seasoned on earth.

Marinated in London.

Spiced with rolls in the dust on dancefloors worldwide.

Smoked on the sands of a hundred beaches.

Brined in the oceans.

Kneaded in the glitter of a thousand festivals,

Olympics at dawn, the dice rolled just so.

Getting’ crunk up in the club, they gets low.
(They keep it ghetto you should know).

Sweeten with sugar from a crumbling Sugar House.
Balance against a teetering series of a human pyramids.
Decorate with gold from an ancient Gold Factory.
Embroider with dollars, apply glitch hop and provide security.

Baffled by shaking subs from a questionable sub-unit,
Thrilled by an expanding circle,

Our heroes proceed.

Stimulated by Euphoria, alloys gleaming.

Sponsored in Garberville, California dreamin’.
Your Niece likes it hard, front left beaming.

Steep in the juices of a Wick-based warehouse,

Add dashi.

And chill in the lounge overnight.

Mature at dinner tables,

Lubricate with fine wines.
Spike with tequila

And cure together in a well-ventilated hotel room,

Sometimes in direct sunlight, and always with a cat.

Tenderised with shared dreams,

Oxygenated with the laughter of adoring fans,

And relocated to a blissful seaside location,

They shine perfectly.

~ LTC. May 2019