when he was done speaking
and began lapping
coos of sympathy
for his ordeal
she walked over
with a pint of cider
and tipped the lot on his head
‘I’m Peter’s sister’ she said
‘And you’re a fucking wank.’
pride rose within her
she was proud to be kicked out
proud of the reputation
accrued and spread
by town gossips
one by one
her friends
followed her from the pub
one swiped
a bottle from their parents
75cl own brand
supermarket vodka (!)
they rode the wave
of transgression
into the forest
up the path to the waterfall
which she now turned away from
for it was cold
and she felt the bad thoughts
welling through the static
coin-marked tree
another memory
the waterfall
and the consonance
of Sam mid-spew
the night they first
hooked up
she allowed herself
to go back with him
she was thirteen
when Peter left
her parents bought her
broadband and
a laptop
she spent so many hours
on MSN
augmenting conversation
with emoticons
gorging herself
on contact through
new abbreviations
these tools belonged to her
to her generation
she carved out her
alliances with them ...
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