day 55 (April 19, 2016)

….listen – we were the
futurists –
throwin down
night after night
on stages from
jazz
to rockabilly
hustling
words and
slammin lyrics
till
every smokefilled
corner of speakeasin
backrooms
swirled
with tonguetwisted
possibilities.
stepping out
to catch a
quick drag
of the present
we’d
jump right back
on that ride
straddling
mics and
jiving
wi da
ones anda twos
adding up always
to
infinity
hellyamothafucka
we took poetry
right
out of its verse
and crammed
it down the
throats of
frontrow critics
spittin
and frenchkissin
until every inch
of the stage
frothed with
blood
and saliva
and rhythm.
so whatthefuck
happened?
whenthefuck
did the future
become the past
and howthefuck
did we get
grandfathered in?

….and yet

day 55 (April 19, 2016)

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