I was born in a coffee cup
Seven times this week
It is gross
It is plasticine
It is sunflowers and florescent yellow
Like pissing froyo coupons
And job applications for hands
There is a girl who sleeps in my arms some nights
And I dream we are sleeping in the produce isle
At Whole Foods and the manager is upset
When I trace my palms around her skin
My hands are GPS markers
Mapping the routes I take to try to be nowhere
And measuring the number of minutes
until I have to know what time it is again.
I never meant to move into my email address
Or cut myself for Facebook.
I told her secret name
To the guy at the supermarket bakery
In exchange for a manufactured cake
Made of acid sugar and kitchen sponge
That is slowly fusing itself
To the shelf in the refrigerator.
The intentions are good.
There are flowers here
But the flowers here have nametags
They didn't write themselves.
Billy's discography is a mythology of the unmythologized, gaping strangeness of everyday activities like riding the bus and eating packaged foods. Unique and cute and terrifying and hopeful. Catthumbs
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