midnight sun

what are you asking me to leave behind
what does ‘everything’ even mean
maybe the words are there to make a wall
or to tear one down

bright pink
shiny black

back when we cared about the music
and the music cared about us
in caves at night
prehistoric notions in our head
mixing paint and dna
stretching your canvas around my frame

making plans
drawing lines that make it clear
fitting purpose into a place

but when the wind picks up
and blows shit south
the distinctions blur
and we can’t remeber where we started
or if we’ve even begun

Ed Ruscha
Hell Heaven, 1988
Acrylic on paper
40 x 60 inches (101.6 x 152.4 cm)
Collection of Jacqueline Burckhardt, Zurich
Photo: Lutz Hartmann

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