I get a quick high on a bag of discontinued chips
I can’t lie those products are as me as my lips
Mama cries that all her babies are nothing short of junkies
but she
knows we
never had much of a present growing up
Never held a thing that wasn’t whisked away from our grip
Stamped ‘obsolete’ and shipped to the slangers of retro smut
A generation gap every goddamn day before lunch
but listen up
Infant Jones and Scalpy Gonz
got caught up in the crossfire
kicking on the avenues at Drew
saw a lotta bloodshed
a couple hundred kids dead
Their little tongues couldn’t hang
nothin to stick on the pain
of their fresh identical retina scars
Except whatever caused it
whatever tension in the cosmos
that polarizes egos
was no longer felt at all between our heroes
You can’t flex away
the knowledge in another
of how you act when the shit goes down
and any kind of silence
gets caught on the unspeakable
and the Event is all that’s awkward
This Trauma, this Thing
this goddamn Spider
Became their conjoined Other and so they weren’t each other’s other, no, they were instantly tighter than sisters
and they said lets call this the nineties
and had fun for the first time in history
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