Every musician’s favorite Chicago poet, Thax Douglas, read this poem at our Metro show last friday.
The Hush Sound #3
Watermarked
against the walls
of sight you
play voyeur, maitre d’
to the rich million-course
eye-meal that one sense can
provide. Exhausted
you hang in
the strees strung through
with knowing
you’ll wake up and
sing when an even
bigger eye
will dawn
your body, the
mother of all your
senses, with
warmth.
—12/19/09 Metro
I’ve heard Thax read dozens of times in Chicago for bands and I think this is my favorite of his poems so far. Thank you, Thax.
