I guess you are curious as to who I am,
but I am one of those who do not have
a regular name.
don’t ask me who I am.
don’t ask me to remain the same.
leave it to the police and bureaucrats
to make sure our papers are in order.
images of happiness,
tried and true sensations,
kind words,
smooth surfaces,
familiar feelings.
instead,
the stutter and stammer,
the opening up.
all the positive definitions
are attempts to hold on
and oh man, how we’re seduced by strangling.
Like the back-patches on skate rats in the Parlor City,
kill your self.
and like it said in the darkest of letters on the back of those Milwaukee legs-
I am no one.
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