This poem was written to my best friend after we abandoned an isolated but carefree life in the nowhere-ville of Williamsburg, VA. He went to Germany and I went to California to begin new, separate chapters. The words in white are song titles from Deadmau5 tracks.
There we were, unjustly instigated,
talkin’ bout ghosts n stuff
and how
sometimes things get complicated.
From first contact, we were
face to face.
And now we settle
for a digital embrace.
This world is not exactly sane,
but the reward is chesse,
when you treat it like a game.
Soon I'll be faxing berlin
to give you my words,
these words that speak
of our future fame.
*
We are the punks
Ticking on our grind
like clockwork towards the cosmic gate.
Here we stand
ready we wait
for some kind of blue
to slip into the hands of fate.
*
I remember how it feels
to be jaded,
how sometimes things get,
whatever.
But I'm searching for serenity
in the sunny West coast weather.
Can I write it all down
and send you my letters?
*
I'm snagged on my fear,
To be what you see
in me,
so listen…
this is the hook:
a promise to make contact,
let’s remember what we took.
*
I learned it all so long ago,
don't let your mind chain down your soul.
Freedom is reaching for
The vanishing point:
where I was, alone with you...
hi friend
bye friend
assorted memories
back and forth we send.
Now finally we're gone.
Bounce.
We made it to the end.
