I DIDN’T NEED TO EXPRESS
I WAS QUITE UNIMPRESSED
BY THE DAGGERS THAT YOU LEFT IN THE WALL
THOUGH I QUICKLY STEPPED ASIDE IN THAT FAST FADING LIGHT
WITH YOU HEAVING UP THE PAST AS THE PANIC SET FLIGHT
THROUGH THAT ROOM
AND ANYWAY YOU
WITH YOUR FINGERS IN THE GLUE
SAID I WAS TOO FAR DETACHED TO EVOLVE
WHEN I PUT OUT THE QUESTIONS THEY FLEW BACK WITH BLAME
WHEN I CALLED OUT FOR YOU YOU KEPT CHANGING YOUR NAME
WITH YOUR SHOES
IT WAS CARRIED IN THE AIR
BEATEN PASSION BORED AND SCARED
JUST WAITING FOR THE LACQUER TO DISSOLVE
AND REVOLVING WITH THE HEAT IN THAT ANTHRACITE NIGHT
COULD ONLY IMPLODE IN THE WORST OF THE LIGHT
YET TO COME
RAVISHED IN THE CELLAR WHERE THE SURROGATES FRIED
A THIEF STOLE MY BEGGAR AND YOUR MURDERER DIED
IN MY BED
SO VERY HARD TO BELIEVE
JUST A FEW STEPS AWAY
WE HAD WELDED TWO PIPES THROUGH THE POLE
FOUND CARRION REJECT ALL THE BONES WE EXPLORED
REPEATING THE HABIT HABITUALLY BORED
CALLED IT LOVE
BUT THERE WAS MUCH MORE TO COME
FROM THE HUM AND THE DRUM
WHEN THAT SKIRMISH ERUPTED IN FLAMES
VISIONARY PROJECTILES ALL BLACK EYED N BLURRED
I COULD’VE DUCKED DOWN BUT THAT SEEMED SO ABSURD
AND UNKIND
THOUGH I DID NOT EXPECT
TO SUFFER SUCH NEGLECT
IN A PORTRAIT OF OXIDISED OILS
YOU HUNG OUT MY QUARTERS AND A PICTURE ON THE WALL
DRESSED ME IN COTTON SHOULD I FAIL TO RECALL
WHERE I BLEED
HOW COME I NEVER NOTICED ALL THE JUDGES IN THE QUEUE
CONCEIVED AND DIRECTED ALL DRESSED UP LIKE YOU
SUCH YOUNG BOYS
DID YOU THINK I WOULD BEND
WHEN YOU RALLIED ONCE AGAIN
WITH ALL THE STAMINA YOU SAID YOU CONCEALED
THAT ELLIPTICAL RAZOR YOU COULD NOT RESIST
WHEN YOU BOASTED SO PROUD OF THE MONKEYS YOU KISSED
IN THE PARK
AN YOU EXPECTED ME TO CHEW
YOUR HERMAPHRODITE VIEW
BUT I COULDN’T GET MY TONGUE AROUND YOUR MOUTH
AND UNDER YOUR SKIN I COULD NOT REACH THE BRACE
THE THRILL AND THE FEAR THE VAMPIRICAL CHASE
THROUGH YOUR VEINS
I KEPT LISTENING TO YOUR
APOCALYPTICAL BORE
WITH YOUR TENTACLES CAUGHT UP WITH MINE
YOUR SAD SAVAGE APPETITE CLEARLY DEFINED
IN A FAST FEAR FUELLED FRENZY YOU RIFLED MY MIND
AND THEN SMILED
YOU TICKED ALL THE BOXES BUT THE PAPER BAG BURST
DROWNING IN SORROW DYING OF THIRST
IN YOUR TEARS
JUST A WAY DOWN THE RIVER I BEEN PADDLING LIKE A FOOL
THE VALLEY STILL ASLEEP THE EARLY MORNING SO CRUEL
AND SO DRY
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020
Collaborating remotely with 12 songwriters from all over the world, Kim Edgar emerged with a work of striking art pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2023