Last Night at the Mockasin Show

Take it off.

Walk the tight rope of intoxication.

Lanky Shia Labeouf on the skins. It’s wavy af down on Mockasin Lane.

The couple next-door bounces off my life like waves of another’s ocean.

Pick up the phone, “Dear Eli Aaronson, you are my lover’s fill-in. What I can’t reverberate off another flesh I use words to express with you. One you feel, one you think.”

I can’t complete the feeling but I can complete the thought.

My mind is an epic journey. I appreciate a little incoherence.

I understand this sound both conscious- and unconsciously.

Mockasin’s better live. I like him on record but live I really get it.

A Love ballad directed at the cosmos, designed for he/sHe/THEY.

“Your other masters, those beside your”self” are hungry beasts that will consume you in total if you allow them. They don’t have your best interest at heart.”

Keep thinking through….

Friends says our lives are a great big joke.

Give me some of your toxins, some of HER toxins.

Wavy af down on Mockasin Lane.

The waves need to crash.

The couple next to me’s dance is a whole other rhythm bouncing off mine like waves of another sea.

I can’t complete the feeling but I can complete the thought.

As the couple grip warm lips together the lights change from a pale blue to a mellow pink.

This tune is ironically more of a loner’s theme.

I feel magnetic though I feel I look…

It taste like synthetic smoke. Senses never fail.

From the stage Mockasin stares into my soul with the piercing glance of a drunken longing.

“Keep it honest,” I reply.

Nikki performs the flower dance with a rose in hand. All so wavy.

Red as my Love. And throbbing like the bass line.

How much is owed to the American negro and for more than music.

A touch of performance art.

I will always love you💕

They hail satin in polyester robes.

Hale from a polyester satin strobe light.

Appreciate incoherence.

I think I found the sound I began searching for over twenty years ago. From even before I knew I was looking. And I’m still looking.

Black folk + acid

The sleeping sunS of Cronos

sunSssss

Preface

“Just made it to bed after a long day/night. Saw a friend I rarely see. Saw Mockasin the “rock star” live. Got inspired by my loneliness and alienation. Which brings me to the “written word” and the “will of G-d” which I hope to share more of with you soon. Love you, ttyl❤️”

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