the sea?
the sea can burn
let the great fire consume it
let the sun crash into it’s heart
steaming, boiling and screaming
a thousand souls crying quickly at once
and a million more whimpering in their beds
let the sky know
all my secrets
even the ones that i reserve just for my love
it will cover it’s face in shame
and we will live under grey clouds and rain
for all our days
til we cough up our lungs and fold like cripples deprived of her affection
let the moon be seen
blood red and sense consuming
huge beyond comprehension and mad froth inducing
pregnant and urgent
a mother to be, turgid
ready to torrent a tide of plundering vitality
leaving a barren wasteland where once we fought and cried like dogs
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