cause you have seen some unbelievable things

keep art alive; art by audrey kawasaki

used to be the two of us spent more of our time
on the other side of the 101 freeway

then we did tucked between bedsheets inside growing-up walls

or behind the expectations of a text book stare

a phone booth on gower

best pizza on earth discovered smack in the middle of forsaken tourist's sunset

train tunnel sunrise serenades

and innocence lost in the backseat

parallel parked on the far side of willoughby

our pulse was quicker

fed upside down and turned topsy

from all those cocktail fed chemicals

slid through and up under our collective skins

yet we always wore that tint of addiction

with a fuck you if you can't understand glow

sidled up right next to a screamed

i dance circles round stick figure magazine girls

punk stained threads sewn well

into donate at the door fabrics

stolen shoes paired with dance tights

and candy coloured cigarettes

we were a post modern late night breakfast at tiffany's

shoved up hard against an alley wall

nancy spungen after a bath

or edie sedgwick gifted with curves

in place of needle marks

we saw the beauty ever after stuck in-between

the lining in the pavement cracks

beggars sat betwixt two sidewalk stars

as we skipped between them with silver plated coins thrown high in the air

ever trying to spot the one we might take as our own

when we go back there to peer out of water spot lenses

nicked from an all-night gas station attendant

he smirks as you ask him where he hails from

and if he has a script tucked just behind that counter

our lives are still pinned up just somewhere over the horizon

we used to see ourselves as fallen angels

with those count past thirty days before expirations

how will the stories play out to our (re)new out of focus perspective

do we choose to hide the hell-a recollections

polish up the reality and narrow the click click camera here we go smile denial

or do we just lose ourselves in the boys who cling to the mic

let them dirty up the images that we grab with held hands and jump through

see you tonight, baby

we will kiss lipstick imprints on the back of our ticket stubs

drop them deep in the wish you were here well

close your eyes tight and jump

the music will catch us

(written by me)

cross-bone style ~ cat power