I haven’t heard
this music in ages,
Danced San Francisco
with Breakfast in Vegas,
Down underground
& you only live twice,
On New York play list
my life has been spliced.
Over the ground
it’s westward I’m stabbing,
Pimping my sneakers
which aren’t quite worth having,
Ditching the songs
in hope of return,
Lighting my way
with dead stars that burn.
Written by Jason Wright
July 31, 2017