LE CASSETTE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!!
Left to Our Own Devices by Le Cassette by Rom Rom Intro The car revs. The nightline opens up to me. The streetlamps dotting the highway fall away one after the other. All I can think about is her. I like the way the pedal feels under my foot. I
fall away one after the other. All I can think about is her. I like the way the
pedal feels under my foot. I like the dying purples and violets and cracks of
blood orange cutting the sky open.
lets up. Deals are made on fat cell phones. Attitudes are girded with steel.
Certainties are born of cocaine confidence and bottle blonde hair. Everyone
wears skinny, square-bottomed ties. Whether it’s Parliaments or Marlboros, the
cloud is dense and makes our skin slick and thick.
this haircut. Newspapers whistle around in the ocean breeze coating the club.
My back is propped up by the gray wall and I exhale.
the sound out of my pretense. I feel silenced by their darkness; imposed. I
dress the way the smartest magazines tell me and I still wonder why this is my
soundtrack. Every hollow, rending moment stuck in between notes, I’m reminded
why she left me. She says it all the time; in my ear.
So why can’t I own you too? Is my turquoise shirt not enough for you? Bitch,
I’m rad. Your square shoulders are too; were too.
and I’ll be right again. I will be a winner of every race. All I need are
quarters for the arcade. All I need is a sensei in my dojo. I need clay pots to
kick. I need struggle but without the patience for what it bares best. I need
to hold the fast-forward button or I’ll eject.
Tropical rain splashes on top of it and my flat black roof. The city stretches
its concrete fist up into the sky and belches out a haze of lead and acid that
cracks the sunlight. The colors fan and spatter like the calloused place in me
where she used to live. I look down at my wristwatch.
worthless. All that matters is how I can get back to being cool. My shoes are
going to be ruined. I like that I can afford not to care. I could kick a puddle
on the uneven tar. I’m not going to. That’s kid stuff.
keep up. I feel the squeeze of it like that boa constrictor we saw at the Miami
MetroZoo. I became obsessed with them. I saw every nature show about them.
There was something my insides were trying to tell me. All I could see and feel
and think was the twisting of the snake around its quarry. I loved it. I hated
it. I liked the eyes of the dying thing and the smooth skin of yellow and
white, mottled for my pleasure.
moment; of a hope. The bones snap and pop under the strength of it. Blood
rushes sweetly into the world as my cool hits the eject button.
dark and transform into the snake-shit of love-lost.
plays. It lets me know that there’s more music; that there’s more poison.
collecting dust. Work is calling you. Where are you, Logan?
the Devil win all over again. Sharpen your teeth. Kill the me inside of you.
Fill your hunger with more hunger. Know you are the best. Learn nothing. Be
nothing. Let harm flow through you. Be the fucking snake, motherfucker.
Light another smoke.
right. Do another line of coke. Live up to every message in your high school
senior yearbook. Stay crazy. Stay cool.
lot of black. But it’s time to dance in slow motion. It’s time to unhinge my
This one is mine. I want her to be a furry rodent.
close to me. Her dark lipstick winked at me through that smile. Cigarettes in
my right right hand and her left; creating a symmetry of something new. She was
going to be just another notch. Another nothing, just like me.
Just kissing. I hated it.
it’s impossible. And I hate it.
feel it becomes okay. She’s not like April. Or maybe she is.
brilliant. Like a black cave full of blinking neon and sharp sounds.
of the plays of life swirled before my eyes through the windows. Hallways made
of machines. Glowing tracks leading to high scores. This was a place of
struggle; a place of nature.
was afoot. All the clanks and clangles, zips and zaps, and throbbing lights
made magic. I looked at Layla and her eyes said, “Go on, try it.”
somehow; like a sensei. I kept improving myself with every quarter drop. I knew
this would become my secret. This would be my safe place.
feeling the same things at the same time. We got to know the regulars. And all
the smart magazines I had read seemed stupid now.
shoes, I just kicked the puddles.
room for everyone. They are all a part of me. All on my dancefloor. We are
bound to the sound, even if it’s silence.