kool indie kid

a poem

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last I saw you
smoking by the window
fully open
with your hair bangs
ragged tee
and somber laughs
I think it was
81 degrees outside
in the year
two thousand six

you came in
to convince me
to go to some
obscure festival
“undeground”
you said
we put on
some records
exchanged
some drags
and cracked two
blondes open
“cheers to nothing”
“cheers to nothing”

then I said
“I’m kinda tired”
and you said
“me too”
but that wasn’t
a problem at all
back then
and so we went
to the festival
to be tired and
free of values
there

the air
that came
out of you
was fresh
rocker on
a mission
electro lightning bolt
of furisome raggedness
which ended up
sleeping on
the stairs

kool indie kid
where have you been?
you were not just one person
you were nineteen

© June 2025, Luis Rosa