Thursday, December 31, 2015

Sorry, Mom Productions Medley

Thanks to the musicians who played at the Sorry, Mom Productions party tonight and whose words, in parts of this piece, I've borrowed -- credit goes to Flower and Man Up, Yancey.

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Every word speaks                                     to your skin.
Every.           word.                I,           utter
is guaranteed. To      miss
                                                                                 something.



hindsight                       beats 20/20
             and i fucked    up
as i often do

i was born with all the angst               of the 90s
                                               and if i were born a decade earlier
my suffering might have meant
                                                                              something.

i. stopped. hating (myself)
          so i can stay

a little longer

...vinyl tomorrow

                                                       he's from the east side
she's from the west, when they
                                         press reset
they know they'll
never              get                        rest

thought i saw a rainbow
                just the oily remains                       a car
already passed                  by           their fingers strumming
like hooks                 stretching              at strings
unseen                               i'll educate you
in police brutality
                           And the selfishness
of the life you
    didn't use
                          And i decide the rain

which leads me on my way

we're so focused on who we're becoming

we never discover who we are today.

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