i remember waking early
and tired, willing the hours to pass until i could call
you and hear your tight voice
repressed and frantic and sexy as fuck
and how my heart would sprint
as my phone rung like a bell struck
oh fuck maybe it's you
we can meet
clandestine
discreet
because your friends couldn't know
but public
so you could flee
when the great jelly mass became too hard to hold
and the edged details couldn't be managed anymore
and i would linger over the tiniest
details of your latest misadventure
naked new year dancing and gross propositions
throwing up in public toilets
and fuck the endless lies
fuck the endless lies
fuck the endless lies
and now again
we swim through cloudy summer air
i'm stomping paced belligerent
our long and sad affair
from a first floor balcony we colluded
and spun
like alabaster tops, violent and brittle
and i jumped
hands held knowing you couldn't remain alone
and you couldn't
and you didn't
you never dared
you never tried
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lies
and there's too much left unsaid
as i caterwaul and twist
through great unknown cluster mysteries of
dank constellations and swirling gas galaxies screaming
your angular trajectory
gathers dull stones
with blank and simple faces
and you leech
convinced of your fecundity
denying your vampirism
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lies
fuck your endless lying
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