00:00 Valentines Day
It’s midnight,
and I’m,
alone again,
trying to fill the time,
with these words I write,
watched the Grammy’s last night,
Twenty One Pilots,
standing there in their underwear,
reminding us that we can be,
anything,
Hollywood,
my home,
so many people,
at the Grammy’s,
I’ve met and befriended,
but sometimes,
the enthusiasm seems so gone,
it feels like we’re living,
after the credits when the film has ended,
like,
what’s happened to us,
where have we gone,
and why,
do we still feel,
so totally alone,
supposed to be gone by the morning,
flight to Cabo to pick up my truck,
just flew in from Australia,
found letters from the IRS in my PO Box,
welcome home boy now it’s time to pay your tax,
met my accountant tonight,
gave him all the paperwork,
we chatted for a minute in his Range Rover,
I made a joke about having a black accountant,
he reminded me of the Basquiat photo I’d given him,
Basquiat in the 80’s,
looking awkward as fck,
holding a FroZade cup in his hand,
a crooked No Parking sign standing by,
and the ‘ol Twin Towers towering in the hazed background,
another genius gone before his time,
sometimes the art we create is ahead of us,
sometimes we have to watch our success from the Heavens,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7,
8 9 10 11,
12,
It’s midnight,
and I’m,
alone again,
trying to fill the time,
with these words I write,
watched the Grammy’s last night,
Twenty One Pilots,
standing there in their underwear,
reminding us that we can be,
anything…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
