moments like these
is when I wish I didn’t
stop smoking meth
it's so impossibly sad
I can't even afford a
drug addiction
my pantry shelves are as
empty as my stomach
these apartment walls stay up
as my dignity lowers
selling my corpse for scraps
and picking up face down pennies
I was meant to be more
then a walking skeleton
at least when I was fueled
with deteriorating chemicals
there was a reason
for my starvation
other than poverty
lusting over cravings
that have expired in me
and rotted years ago
the same craving for
my wallet to be
burnt to a crisp
fantasying about my lungs seizing
and the coughing that
rattles deep in your bones
the vibrations
oh, how I miss the vibrations
that accompany euphoria
with a greeting card
signed from both of them
eyes rolling like a stone
to shed the parasitic moss
that encapsulates me
I can almost taste it on my tongue
the taste of
battery acid
rat poison
burnt aluminum
and pleasure
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