HELMHOLTZ RESONANCE (a poem)

I wrote a poem this month because thats what came out of me! lmfao- enjoy fuckers! see u in feb!

One window’s down, all the others are up.
Wind throbs, cheeks purl.
Dan Deacon withstands traffic’s exhale.
The cigarette stays lit, even though all are odds are against her.

You’re looking at me from the driver’s seat.
You are pulling a slim can from your lips
“oh my god- it really does give you wings!”

I will always remember you this way.

The rest stop was closed for construction in July.
Rachie turned 28 in Babylon and
I had no other choice but to hold it.

The sign reads “no stopping or standing.”
and I sure as hell am doing both!

Finally, I am getting it out of my system.
On the shoulder of I-80 East.

From this day forward! I do Declare!
Going 45 in the left-lane is an act of rebellion.

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There is power in watching the sunset to techno music.

To obtain as much momentum as possible, we went out dancing.
The bouncer at Nowadays must feel like a God.

There were cocktails rimmed with pop rocks,
we called the Uber like we were placing a bet.

Marissa is making me belly laugh in a 2009 kind of way-
I almost forgot this could happen spontaneously.

Tonight, I remember the feeling of squeezing 4 bodies into a graffiti-covered bathroom stall.
The force is with us and
we’re hunkering down-
”Are you ready for take-off buddy?! Buckle up!”

On our haunches, we bounce-
We are creating a dynamic vibration-
We are holding each other’s faces in each other’s hands,
We are taking a vow:
”I will never let you forget your almighty gift.”

It’s fascinating how smart you can believe yourself to be
once you distance yourself from people
who have always believed they were smart.

and listen; for them, they are!
Just now,
You are too.