Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Week 2 / Day 3
Tracks and words supplied by [ Jono ]
Sun Ra - Supersonic Jazz - Springtime in Chicago
[ springtime again ]
[ deracinate ]
It was a black sport suv or cross-over or whatever you call them,
a luxury suv maybe.
anyways, it looked unlike any car i’d ever seen before.
I mean that having never seen that type— or brand ever in my life.
I’m not a car person by any means
but, it. was. slick.
like it had just rolled off of the dealership, or out of miami beach, or right out of a micheal bay set. Just fucking sharp as fuck.
and I was in no rush because I had no where to be, and as i got closer, walking across the tracks dodging trams, i got close enough to see inside.
and you were sitting there, shotgun, looking way too expensive with your boyfriend,
who looked like that tall, dark, and handsome type.
banker. or smart professional successful handsome guy. the type that had it all, or something.
but I could show you the world you know! I mean, I’m seeing the world right now! Doesn’t that account for something? anything? There’s a whole world out there and I’m right out here, outside, in it!
have you ever even been out of Zurich??
but— there was this second, this one second…
it was like one of those slow down moments, you know? where time stops, or seems like its stopped, but everything just slows down for an instant
like when the millennium falcon jumps to lightspeed, and all of the stars in the universe stretch out and rip across your your field of vision. and someone tells you to hold on and you have to because if you didn’t you’d fall back, because it feels like a faint. You have to tell your body “hang on body, keep walking, i’m going to fuzz out for a second. you’ve got this.” and you’re body keeps going even though you’re totally out of it.
because you looked at me, and you saw me, and I was looking back at you
and for that moment, you owned me. you had me. i was yours.
like the black leather seats inside your luxury whatever.