i stopped doing things that made me feel bad
i stumbled my way into white cotton sheets
mouth so raw
i wonder if you know all the things i know
about myself when i step out the cover of night
im a blank
naked slate that isn't so clean
i want you to interrupt the serene
white that is draped crooked on my bones
rip it off
come in fill a towel with the filth in my hair
i'll begin to shrink and become fragile
tie me up
unclothed
bite off your fingers and tell me how bad it all is
i'll make you forget but that doesn't mean anything x2
it could be so good but i won't let it happen
i won't let things happen that'll make you happy
i don't want you
but you can leave your spit in my mouth
and i'll wash it all out
you could hurt me
but you won't
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