I went on a long walk today and ended up sitting in Laurelhurst park (a park in Portland modeled after Central Park) writing while listening to the Jurassic Five.
This was the result. Read it out loud and it's fun. One of the few long things I written lately that I'm kind of proud of.
Press Repeat
My head is full of words to songs I don't even like
wasted space, compressed beats from another man's mic
all on repeat with a huge play count, the boom box is out for the
count just musical software remains when they dissect my remains,
it contains a brain built from scratch scratch scratched cds
painted with album jackets and sleeves some of which have never
been played since track three, autopsy shows what my compound eyes
see color painted by rhythm and you put the needle on the rings under my eyes.
Second ring down, my greatest one hit, Wonder
if you recognized my fifteen minute burst of fame before you
quit paying attention to my chorus. I never once stopped
listening so DJ bartender, pour us another glass full of pap-art,
punk rock,and soul then throw us out onto the crowded concrete urban street
to roam, Fuck going home, arm and arm we strut to the guitar, drums, and occasioanl trombone, tenor saxaphone. Then all of the sudden we're one once again, you see,
you and I merge to become just me, music cuts out and the song's over
crowd restlessly mills about but I can't hear shit, so alone
All I can hear is the groan of someone try to play
an mp3 on the old seven inch jukebox. And I hear my favorite album
played backwards secret message in my ear, It's time to split, I need someone to talk to like you. Disorder, my ass, that's just a myth.
My split personalities come naturally like Journey at karaoke and make-up with Kiss,
so no matter how many times those damn songs are played,
If I know the words I've always got someone to serenade.
I'm no individual, I'm a population, I'm a team,
I'm a generation, the king and queen. Acoustic, folk, big bands,power chords and bass,
I'm Side A and Side B, I'm a band and my own biggest fan.
None of this has gone ass I planned, but I've loved the beat, always tap my feet,
If I ever get the chance I'll press repeat.
Here's a taste of what was making me def while I was writing.
