Bad Entropy

Until the hankerchief of history covers us with its

Times new roman black and white post script, i will wear

Lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms,

Looking like art decco in my september complexion

And red against blue skies,

And have those pictures taken to be proof

Against the dull mood of your highschool history teacher that we

Wore color,

That we distributed the seeds of dead dandilions

In the cement surrounded city parts,

That we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of

Modern science,

That we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl

And never combed it or put it in braids,

That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans

So that we would have something honest to dance to,

Something soulful to sing to,

And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in

The bedroom window,

Because it was dark outside,

And the flourescents inside left shadows under our chests

And sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest, yeah

I'm vain,

There was light here before there wasn't,

And before that there wasn't,

But seagulls still ate shallow water fish,

Morning boys still cast tall shadows

And all the while the stars are slowly seperating.