I am in fact a dinosaur
****** into the late 50s

Child of the 60s
Emancipated: late 70s

Came of age through the 80s
Became a man in the 90s

Time travelled in 2000 but
The naughts were frought

Better when in the 2010s
Seeing liberation by the 20s

Extant not yet extinct
This dinosaur still roars.

Two guys drowned in my backyard... a month and a half ago. At first I thought I would process it spiritually, and I tried:

sitting shiva on the dock
reading tim leary’s book of the dead
writing poetry while they were in the bardo

But their death has become a social metaphor.
A transitional event, transitional like:

covid
the recession
and 9/11

                        They are Boys Forever

Even though they were both men, and brothers aged 26 and 30, they are frozen forever, anywhere before their death. they are the 90s and 2000s, and most importantly the 2010s, but definitely not the 20s.

So, I swirl my callused toes around in the water’s particles wondering what pieces of them may be left behind from before they fished the bodies out. I wonder, what those pieces saw, what secrets those pieces saw, when, if ever those pieces were loved.

People extrapolate theories as to how a day of causal boating could result in the senseless death of two brothers, letting their phobia’s and traumas project upon the event ie;

“they were doped up”
“they were fighting”
“they were drunk”

Why can’t we just let them be mythic?

After we no longer had film cameras
But before cloud based backup
So many childrens' photos
Disappeared out of memory
Out of existence
Those early digital photos
We didn't back-up.
In 2102,
When they teach about
Life in the 2000-earlies
They will probably use
Photos from the 1990s or the 2010s

Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.

My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.

The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.

There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?

The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.

Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.

My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.

Mia J
3-14-2021

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