she lives on artificial colours
and doubts every word
capable of ffffiiilth
but demure like a confessional
(as if a porcelain face wasn't enough)
what she doesn't know she will
unsure, stepping like a crane
careful careful
unrealised
what will it take!
how long!
time lapsed and blooming
dizzy, I spin
stars make circles
and a woman, centred, seated
realised and whole
administers like a gentle god
tends head bowed
demure but looming, patient
but quick
light, dark, golden, gray
so much
and so much more
motes as she settles
ranges sing and dogs call
she breathes and the air...
sighs
lost for words and lost for rhyme
we writhe
but sssshhhh her breath
is the air
and we settle; dense, dumb and silly
content to
wait and
joyful in her
shaded slumber
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