Do you know what a sympathetic string is?
When all the folk ramble around, vibrations,
support with pity, music to cut off this scene,
You know the notes are letters spelling blue screen.
So it begins with percussion, revolutions.
sympathetic stereotypes, virgin solutions--
So you think my light skin will white out all the problems?
If you would ask me for a wide shot
we would procrastinate to a sweaty beat,
drumming in the dark, with respect I bought,
with vocal solutions, finally fought, I declare myself
the general of the thumb wars, my army will crush you
under heavy sexuality, hunching my shoulders.
I carry the weight of the word. Set it to the music.
Selling the illegal burdens,
innocence is flying off the shelves.
Buy white stamps to write letters to our future selves;
no, let’s forget we have one, pound the phantom beat,
we stomp our pale feet, we step on the toes of the dancers.
Naked on camera, the opera reminds us we are
post production fighters, pre pubescent lovers
because that is just how girls say yes, yes.
I will answer the question: today- yes, yes.
It is summer without answers.
