I shave the hair off my face.
I walk the streets, erect,
making sounds like sentences.
phlem, piss, shit, sweat:
oh, we know how to name the glues.
I look from a dark room into the light;
unseen I see.
when a man falls into a trap
he growls because
there’s no way out and there’s
nothing else to say or do about it
but stare up.
I can’t make words work –
if I could say the right things to you
maybe you could tell me what it is that’s
killing me.
I want you to be weak – as weak as I am.
I’m so sick of not having the courage
to be an absolute nobody.
disobey your cells, she says –
but I am a plaster doll, so I pose.
time is no healer,
the patient is no longer here.
if you’re silent about your pain
they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021