clock out at 10 pm
take off my boots
leave my clothes on the floor
slide into my bed like a pig in mud
dive headfirst into comfort
cuddle the alcoholic stains
wallow in my filth
marinate in my personal slime
and become one with the butchered foam
pissing into bottles
adding to my collection
proudly display them like
a rare collector's item
but I don't know why I’m so proud
the lights have burnt out a long time ago
the darkness is a secret privilege
I never want to catch a glimpse
of myself in the mirror
I let the dust pile up on the glass
so my image is distorted
but I know what I look like
as I sit in my hideous beauty
sink into the off white void
this is my happy place
leave me alone
tomorrow might be better
but probably not
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