Photographed – on my iPhone 6 – and written on January 1, 2019 on the Schamonchi boat on Newtown Creek in Brooklyn, NY.
I come from a crew of big dreamers
And mean thinkers
Mixing trap into The Lion King
As tradition for ending every epic night
We didn’t all die in one of the
Many, many, many stupid but glorious decisions
We’ve made that night
As the high starts to wear off I’m
Pleased with the choices I’ve made
Friendships over shallow fucks always
Yield the results I want
The boat is not hard to find
If you know where to look
But like love, the best way to know where it is
Is just to say yes to the ride
In this case: that ride is a blue Byrd bus
Fully equipped with speakers and whiskey
And smiles and bittersweet memories that—
It’ll keep going: you may have to steer
Left to make it straight, you may have to push
To jump-start if it’s been sitting too long.
But it’ll always be there as a more adventurous
And fulfilling mode of getting you
To where we’re all going anyways.
It’s pleasant to know that I’m always welcome
Back on this ship since they just seem to know me
My radness hasn’t been melted by time, we’ll hug hello
And dance the night away — as if no time had
Been lost because the beat kept us on
Track the whole time.