Poetry '25

Yea I place a lot of importance over the auditory media I consume what’s it to u

It’s always the shit writers that have some sort of meaningful connection to singer songwriter acts.

Like, I don’t give a shit what Taylor Swift has to say about society.

A thought of: alienation is trendy.

Mid-20s Alamo Heights girl putting on boots to a Mitski song.

I feel more emotion from a sound than I do from a word.

Registering for a trendy app with the username PhonemeLOVER314

Neo cyber church praying to an icon of the msn messenger buddy icon.

Chat logs as scripture

 

Mid-30s Barton Hills girl vibing to Rilo Kiley.

I’m creating a ritual logging on event to a rare Soulseek room.

I’m doing a ritual logging-on event where you can whip me with HDMI cables.

 

Music blogs have become burial grounds. 

Dead links are tombstones.

File hosting sites are gone.

Misplaced thoughts are gone forever.

The links are down.

 

Someone do something.

Someone reupload this content.

I need to download these mp3s.

 

My way of existing and being happy has been directly impacted by the RIAA. 

Now I know how No Trend felt—

Playing live shining floodlights into a group of people expecting D.C. hardcore,

receiving beer bottles and garbage thrown at them.

 

Mid-40s Oak cliff girl playing the shins Oh, inverted world for their child.

Disconnecting brain synapses and neurons from another human being, 

making the mental connection to ambient music vocal sample—

of someone saying “…god” under their breath. 

 

Connecting brain synapses and neurons to another human being

While listening to a 21 Savage song, 

hearing a “woah” ad-lib.

 

Disconnecting brain synapses and neurons from another human being,

making the mental connection to a Muslimgauze track—

that samples a woman saying woah.In 2010, I went to a concert where two women played electro-clash music 

and pretended to be dinosaurs, 

smashing a city made of cardboard.

 

A tobacco representative was handing out free cigarettes.

I don’t think they do that anymore.

 

I didn’t smoke at the time, but I grabbed a pack for my friend who did.

I threw the cigarettes to him, but he didn’t catch them— 

they fell into a local river.

 

I want to be a local river.

Brian Shortt
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