And the heat from the asphalt / It was liquid and dancing / And we walked to the front door / Like a rock ’n’ roll band (Jeffrey Foucault)

We real cool. We / Left school. We / Lurk late. We / Strike straight. We / Sing sin. We / Thin gin. We / Jazz June. We / Die soon. (Omer Avital, poem by Gwendolyn Brooks)

Now I see you in the mirror / Certain we would disappear some day / Maybe the wave that brought us here / Will be the same that washes us away / My partner don’t know how to stop / I’m trying to lose these thoughts to bring you down / Forget the lessons we […]