::03:06:08::

::: mvhc :::

a brilliant and perpetuating
stacatto
a popping and dropping
variation of power chord memories.
the boat in the harbor
flashing lights at the docks
and the kids underneath
smoking joints, throwing rocks
at 5-0 cars.
caught running, breathing
heavily
from imagination.

we were laughing hard.
splitting sides with
lactic acid and the elusion
of a more stoic reality.
creativity was procreation;
constant rebirth of recreation.
accepting a skipping vinyl scratch,
like an endless, tired track;
cratered dust and dirty path.
stuck, b*tch, between the fire-
motor and a waiting napalm tire.

Written by: ~ mallory