#Midnights / Miscellaneous? — This key and ow the feels are on

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

Surprise Song o’ Clock: Toronto Night 5

Dress: Purple Sparkly

Guitar:

Sparks Fly x Message In A Bottle

“You could be the one, message in a bottle is all I can do - so run my fingers through your hair watch the lights go out captivated by you baby like a fireworks show so - you could be the one that I love — so drop everything now.”

Piano:

You’re Losing Me x How Did It End?

“I must know "how did it end?" — how long could we be a sad song? Till we were too far gone to bring back to life, I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy. And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. Fighting in only your army! Front lines don’t you ignore me “I’m the best thing at this party” your losing me!-how did it end?-I wouldn’t marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her—Say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing silence as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling, my beloved ghost and me sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g-How did it end? Say something babe risk something! It’s happening again! Do something babe I got nothing… to believe-You’re losing me! Come one, come all… it’s happening again! The empathetic hunger descends-you’re losing me-How did it end? Stop! your losing me, it ends, your losing me, stop! your losing me… my heart won’t start anymore, uhoh oh oh…”

[kavoncortez-jones]

“the Essence Of Cool”

Audio: https://soundcloud.com/kavon-cortez-jones/the-essence-of-cooleffects-by-therese-goode

“I drink to make other people more interesting..” -Ernest Hemingway

A bike ride from Harambee-Riverwest to Bay View's South Shore Terrace  I got a little bit lost at first in a maze of streets named after states

Oklahoma, Texas, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Ohio, What the HELL?

 the homes got bigger and fancier as my mountain wheels gripped the gritty concrete

A relief fell swoon over me as I got to South Superior Street

 the Lake Michigan wind covered me in a cathartic blanket when I finally pulled up

I could instantly feel the perspiration dry off my morning sky blue

 Connect 53212 shirt

Downtown Milwaukee was perfectly panned out under pink and purple stripes

 cirrostratus clouds came to life as the sun bled through them slowly going down

A marina of motorboats were dotted on the blue

 the terrace were rows of park tables boxed in tall concrete walls painted peach

   with a celestial roof

    We sat near a controlled bonfire of charcoals right in the middle

 We meant my writing acquaintances, Mary, a hippie-headed Marquette graduate

   and Cris, a corny middle school Spanish teacher

They came over from the beer garden, glass jugs of gold by the mighty grip

 with a Milwaukee County Parks logo on them, an orange slice sailed on top

We usually meet at Fountain Tiki Bar in Riverwest, but winter ice around the moon

 cracked and melted away to a new season

    Mary picked a perfect June afternoon, because the weather was a cold sip of PBR

 a cool crunchy bite off of succulent watermelon slice

   the amicable anesthetics disembodied all my anxieties

We sat for some time as our ink pens throbbed, but notebooks closed

 conversed about how this week has gone so far

   How this park scenery has enveloped us in a realm of comfort

Theme was Essence of Cool--first topic, What does cool mean to you?, Mary proposed

 No timer this time since it was us three

the flames behind us fanged out and plastered our backs with warmth

 A lake zephyr blew at the same time reminded us to stay balanced

Our pen tips erected words on the lined pages until we called ourselves done

 until we could no longer cum for the moment

Second topic, List all the definitions of cool, cold or whatever she said....

I wrote: Andre 3000 cool, Red Kool-Aid frozen in the top fridge overnight cool

              A Lupe Fiasco metaphor cool, Lake Michigan cool, Wisconsin winter cool

                dress shoes with a jogging suit cool...

                                          ...Speaking of cool....

A guy straight out of a Woodstock Mary called Robbie Love soon sat with us

 He wore striped pajama pants, Led Zeppelin T-shirt, and John Lennon monocles

   long dirty blonde hair made him bare resemblance to the slain rock star

    He drove from Madison to write with us, but would not have a chance

 We began to talk about miscellaneous things from hometown to

   love life writing prompts became an after thought

I mentioned going to see my homies D'amato and Lorde Fred33 open up

 for Detroit Hip-Hop artist, Black Milk at Cactus Club afterwards

I was pretty confident it was seven bucks at the door

 Cris looked up the event on his phone and it was ten dollars for online tickets

   but twelve at the door—online ticket sells already closed at NOON...WHAT?!

It was a scramble all of sudden to get money for cover

 I remember his cell phone clock read 8:47 when we paced ourselves heading to

   a nearby Walgreens closing at nine

Three minutes to finish our drinks, five minutes to get there in Robbie's car

 and get a cash back...or something like that...

   Didn't really matter 'cause we procrastinated and never went, Tahahaha

Our Wisconsin instinct kicked in and remembered we needed booze, DUHHHH!

 We hopped in Robbie's blue Camry and was OFF!

Bay View Quick Mart was closed,UGHH!...

 but Siegal's Liquor just a block away up Kinnickinnic was STILL OPEN...YESSS!

Cris with his long hairy ass legs immediately departed shotgun and RAN OUT!

 We couldn't help but laugh at his corniness in full bloom

   A fubsy fella was right behind him in the same predicament

After I got cash back from Pick 'N Save, we soon found ourselves on the front

 porch of Mary's Bay View home getting drunk and high with the crickets-n-fireflies

   A quaint street of still-life cars airbrushed black by the ambient nightfall

What a quiet block it was as moonlight made the lukewarm cans of Redd's Apple Orchard

 and plastic cups of Brandy taste more nectarous and appreciable

How inhales of ganja gas off the weed pipe levitated me up into Buddha's tree house

 How I didn't want this moment to end, but of course had too

   It was nearly ten and the show was to begin

I biked nearly seven miles to get away from my Riverwest folks, but there they

 were packed inside Cactus Club drinkin'-dancin'-enjoyin' themselves

A carousal of stewed vocalizations stirred and spilled through the doors,

 past the bar and into the performance space

I found out from Heaton, D'amato and his trillion piece band already performed!

 They actually started a show ON TIME?! WHAT?!

   No worries because Lorde Fredd33 was up next and he never disappoints

He rocked the stage with Chris G's percussive thunder behind him

 Bo Triplex with the BOOM BANG POW on bass

   Q the Sun on electric keys and the audience's enthusiastic responses to his calls...    

                                 BLOW! BLOW BLOW!

the dread-locked Wiz Khalifa doppelganger left off stage shirtless

 with his muscular stature of tattoos covered in sweat

Black Milk and his amazing all Black band, Nat Turner-The Rebellion

 proved why white milk is overrated and WHACK!

He held the microphone up tight to his mouth like a classic MC

 fed the hungry audience songs full of lyrical Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs

      It went well with the Crispin hard cider on tap Mary bought me

We soon were full, yawning, and ready to get the HELL up out of there!

 Mary, Cris, and I found ourselves back at the park passed midnight

   Robbie rolled off in what he calls his 'blue ribbon metallic'

We traipsed on to the moonlit dock, tossed our sight over the metal rails to take

 a closer look at the simmering water and white boulders ashore

We gloriously basked back in mist of a classic Creme City night

 somewhat shit-faced but feeling SOOOO GOODAH!

Cris and I cycled home over Lake Michigan's blue above the clouds

 the insomniac wind howled and doors to Buddha's tree house were still WIDE open

  I lethargically entered...

                                    and fell asleep...

                                                             the essence of cool-

                                                            Peace

Written: 6/26/2016-7/2/2016, age 21

     Special Thanks to Robbie Love, Cris Casey, Mary Hacker & Drunk Writers