and we kissed
my god we kissed
the smell of red wine and the taste of cigarettes
we willed the world towards birth and beginning
and we struck the earth upon her hide and said
turn! start turning!
there's stories to be made!
adventure to be lived!
exalt!
new love! new love!
and when I woke
to news hysterical and tragic
two sons executed
by firing squad
and a families' last hours and
no matter how heavy their tears and
no matter how they tried to grip the hours
fingers grasping wet sand as the tide sucked
the crushing weight
of hours becoming minutes becoming second becoming moments
becoming BANG!
as we kissed they wept, inconsolable
for a brief second I felt
an entangled world
where birth springs from death from birth from death from birth
where lovers will blossoms and gardens to grow
and mothers scream and lean into the fury of time
where cities burn and mountains shake
and lives are saved and snuffed and remade
in every moment second minute hour minute second moment second more
a screaming white noise fury of sound and vision and lives
oh to make gardens with you
and watch the flowers bloom
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