Writings to Our Mother III | Page 15

This is Not Only Once / Joel Luciani So there’s a cop He stops at a black-light party Through a sea of flashing yellow and green L.E.D. Spots a solid red …He Looks around for only a moment… Contributing none of his own He decides to run recklessly At the risk of collision The decision almost ruined the shindig …A fellow party goer speaks up… She said “Hey man, you’re going to hurt someone tryna groove like that.” He said “I know, but who is going to stop me?” 15