the opening is tbd. byo latchkey

we were...

latchkey kids. made deaf beneath 

the wall of sound

of the industry

of the landscape
in the head

we played arcade games

to recover and chewed bubble 

gum and drew on ourselves

with ballpoint pens 

dumb kids. not stupid just 

contextually thin

lacking or without sense or

the means to make

sense

hungry for relevance
starved of context 

ignorant of our rights 

we no longer studied our 

country's constitution

in high school

we microwaved tv dinners

and rode our bikes into the 

night with duran duran baking

our heads by transistor

radio

stressed kids. the trance-like induction 

of environmental stressors fill

the internal auditorium

teeming life of feelings acid-washed
a sensitive study of self
unreleased

abbreviated from an lp to an ep

the world stops when the record store is closed
the opening is tbd

you are all invited
statistics will be gathered

and fall upon us
with friends

new cokes slim jims leg warmers

byo latchkey

KatYa, 2017