i. This city reminds me
Nights I’d come home soul stained with vodka, whiskey, gin
After all-night, kissing the wrong person
Sleeping in to get passed the disappointments
ii. That song reminds me
Open wound of a life
Waking even though my very essence was dying
Everything amounted to nothing, desperate to hold on to something
iii. This place reminds me
Beautiful new memories made
Body/mind a lot less heavy
Time loves those old scars away
Cosmic particles crashing deep within us,
We’re all Adams/we’re all atoms.
Minds dreaming of a better time and place.
Feed us light, water, air,
Spread us to the wind, bury us in the earth.
Violence eats us,
Tragedy upon tragedy upon tragedy.
Lives vanish rapid fire,
If we don’t progress, we’re doomed to supernova.
Lost forever in the depths of
h i s t o r y.
Words flow like rain drops,
Soft call of birds waking in the distance,
Worries lulled to bed,
A long hard winter ‘til this tale came to its end –
Up from the muck, bare knuckles bloodied,
Clawing toward the surface.
Out from the darkness, heels worn thin,
Ageless impediment, a second-guess,
Alter ego unassuming, unaware, unsure?
Soft crimson of the inside of your eyelids,
Soft call of birds waking.
Now that you’re living in the epilogue,
Tell me again how it all happened.
“Freedom isn’t free,” they say,
Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,
With the tears of our foremothers,
The blood of our brothers.
Don’t tell us how to be,
Don’t tell us what to believe,
Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.
Think, don’t just follow suit.
Photo: Alexis Micu 📷
Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)
those nights, wine – spilling our souls.
ii. je suis?
this could all be a dream.
i want to swim in space.
hold me closer, not too close.
what if monster is a gene?
vi. where’s the camera?
tell me I did something sweet…
all of your thoughts are raindrops.
the ocean never misses the sand.
where all our secrets lay safely.
genius is not born of air.
xi. fire escape
climb with me, the highest heights.
no worries, i am always here.
xiii. las vegas
alive with you, until the morning.
xiv. train station
all beginnings start with a journey.
never been happier in one place.
don’t you miss getting piss-drunk in the evenings, then losing your mind to delirium?
inside/outside of reality at the same time.
did any of it mean anything,
if we were simply swimming in between increased serotonin and neutrality?
all of those choices…
what if the sea was empty?
and the sky, the land, every memory – all part of a vast dream?
je pense, donc je suis.
take cover, take a credit,
take it one step at a time.