An old dear friend and soul-mate, Ty Cobb, has taken my poem “The Glass Hammer” (which appears in the frequency of whispers) and transformed and adapted it as a spoken word musical performance . Please have a listen to this edgy, dark-buzzed interpretation that gives a whole new emotional potency to the piece.
Explore Ty’s emerging musical project Playgrounds for the Poor and keep an eye out for more releases at his main site.
the Heart’s glass hammer swings at shadows / chipping ts own stone fortress / ’til it crumbles (the wall) / and shatters (the hammer). / It will bleed in rainbow-sonic beams (the heart) / as its castle collapses and the goblins / of the world, hunched / in their cold caves squeeze shards / between numb fingers and scrape / crude murals of the legendary thumping red / beast that used to light / the horizon of their eyes.