moments on the mixtape:
a poem
Written By: Syn Devereaux
friday night
house party
music’s loud
a 30 hour playlist
on shuffle
rhiannon is screaming
‘turn! turn! turn!’
we’re laughing
you dance to
the oogum boogum song
it’s so normal
it takes my breath away
what is love
if we’re caught
in the trap?
3 more degrees
but i think i’m still
in too deep
jude lights up with a ‘hey!’
he’s a simple man
and we wonder
on wonder’s wall
no bad mood rising
we’re all just dancing queens
at the party
you, my good old fashioned
lover boy
we’ll take a big yellow taxi home
counting crows as we pass
through the streets
it’s really the best of both worlds
hannah knows too
and when we get home
we’ll spend time together
late night talking
i don’t need to ask if
‘r u mine?’
we’ll stay up until the sun
welcomes us
because there’s no rest for the wicked
how do you feel
about future games?
i had a half life
once upon a time
but now i’m burning up
through the atmosphere
that’s the way!
in a roundabout,
bleed american kind of way
eleanor rigby—
a material girl?
we’re getting off topic now
your eyes on fire
i feel something take flight
gimme a little sign?
if you ever get lost
just meet me at our spot
one thing—
is that all it takes?
to take on me?
ha!
our honky cat stretches
in the daylight
no more jumping jack flash
because now i
melt with you
even though i don’t
trust myself with loving you
maybe i’m just paranoid
but i don’t wanna be two ghosts
we can go to the chateau
right now if you want!
i’ll hail a cab
and you’ll call me your tiny dancer
lola calls me
interrupting our daydream
but you hold the line
while i take the call
whistling ooh-de-lally
and i twirl my hair
hand at the small of my back
kiss my temple
i’ll play with my rings
ralphie calls you next
no moment of peace
between us
he’s a small town boy
doesn’t know any better
are you my rocketman?
we take flight into the cosmos
and reflect on what once was
our special moment
you know i’ve got
a transparent soul
are we going
to go all the way?
just don’t call me a little freak
i’ll do something ridiculous
and you’ll say
there she goes again
like ooh la la
and you’ll look at me like
a puzzle you can’t decode
grinning like some voodoo child
eating tangerines against
kitchen counter
humming to the best song ever
you took a chance on me
even if your personal lies
told you not to
‘it’s just mortal projections’
nico told you
and you told me,
‘i’ll be your mirror’
even when the walls
are caving in
i ate swamp fruit,
got motion sickness
you gave me juice to
wash it down
and i scowled and said
it smelled like teen spirit
you thought i was kidding
i wasn’t.
and neither was patti smith
i guess that’s what we get
for having breakfast in america
so now we’re just stuck
in gelatin mode
and i’m more than fine
looking at you settled
looking at me
from the dining table
where the polaroids from
last night where every
picture tells a story
no gloom,
just hooked on a feeling,
feeling pretty in pink
a climax of the night
was more than a feeling
so we’ll take a trip to boston
and as it was,
every time i hold them in my hands
i’ll remember to go for it
if you promise to love me
from every end of beginning
this post is from syn’s personal substack archive. her writing, music things and othewise, can be found here.
