Eve of all churches burning
Eve of hungover friends on the phone and desolated rooms
Eve of of cigarrette marks, as interconnected lakes across your arms,
and old lies creeping up your spine
Eve of Avalon pillaged and revenge porn for the blind
Eve of the sun being replaced with a purulent smile
And babies used as ashtrays
Eve of all churches burnt
and all
money
spent.
So let’s celebrate, now
Your wit, your charm, your clarity
Embracing the world,
Your cool transgender activism and
Animal fight
Just twitted while you drive back to mom and dad’s for Christmas dinner
The night is chillin’ and stars shine precise and defined
Like wishes hanging on a clothes line
Yeah, let’s celebrate fine young men blooming
And the vague metallic taste inside.
The shape of the old building turned into a tidy room
And the old blood turned into a tame slow river.
Cause it’s eve of all churches burning.
Eve of all churches burnt.
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