so we walked in angled city circles until we found that "its gonna be blue and black" building
pretending to be 21 and over.
from outside open doors deliberate scene(kids) cooled their teen angst in the stagnant breeze of july
WAOOSH! barometers couldnt measure the dripping levels of other people's sweat when we stepped in(two) that "place to be" [trampled/pushed/crushed/eyed/shoved/checked-out(oftheirminds)/screamed at] where un-melodious therapy takes place for disoriented children with (i hope this is cool) batman tatoos and piercings we pretend dont hurt (our mothers)
YOUDONTNEEDYOURHEAD(COMEONSEATTLE!)JUST___----------{VERYLOUDGENERICBREAKS,NOW}
mosh.
they kept asking if we were still having a good time (?) as if the bloody noses elbows flying heads banging fists clenching arm bars bracing sweatwater d-r-o-p-l-e-t-s raining were not an obvious indication that we were all having fun.
-except for maybe that one guy who was rollin' or maybe the mom who's kid was thrown back into the lions den or the girlfriend who had the tool of a shirtless boyfriend or the security guards who have sustained one too many hormonal shows and one too many blows to the gut-
just as i was thinking about hearing myself think the
nicest kid (out of place) stepped in. couldn't find his friend but he gave a free smile and looked in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him ("holy shit what's a black kid doing here!?" racism makes me puke) but he took it in stride gave a nod that said "I'm here to protect this girl from jerks like you" and even though she wasn't in the pretty scene he braced his arm against a flailing back and told her "don't worry--I got you" like a real man would.
Everyone was Screamin It Like they might even Mean It and i expected the world we'd made to escalate into a super nova but things calmed down a little bit. next came reggae.
so i danced.
i smiled
i sang without breaking notes.
i beat rythms on my heart.
and i allowed The Walls to come down.
it wasn't my first choice.
(but i didn't do it for you.)
thinking about hearing myself think.
ReplyDeletewell put.