ahh the joys of regressive memories
when the pains & poisons of the present are
diluted by time
& all we remember is the mellow memories of
how it was (but wasn’t)
a fun thing that all musics do is take a break
from the anger & chaos & RIGHT FUCKING NOW of youth
& ironically mellow it down like the previous
generation would’ve liked
GNR resting their appetite for destruction
to sound like James Taylor
but not
if this song should come on by accident
& I am on the somewhat smooth pinewood kitchen
floor (horribly stained)
(needing refinishing but I’m not finished so how
could I possibly refinish?)
& I am wearing a cushy pair of garish orange
or lime green dollar general “night raven” socks
then I shall likely scoot my feets to the side a
couple of times
as if I were Axl Rose himself (though not)
when life turns to shit, we regress to those
sounds of when it was simpler
(can it be it was all so simple then?)
but it was not simpler
it has always been about like it is now tbh
but by all means, survive however you must
& try to enjoy life
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