KICKIN IT

mimosas and screwdrivers and
white boys and white girls
and mad beats and crazy raps
and just kickin it on a
sunday afternoon

scrambled eggs and fried
tomatoes and head buzz and
good times and light shining in
from the cracked blinds
as we’re kickin it on a
sunday afternoon

bass vocals and
beats dropping and
new rhymes and moments of
embarassment and phili
sophical debate and
we were just kickin it
on a sunday afternoon

we should call ourselves
space monkees
no we should call ourselves
the sanitation department
nah we should call ourselves
dharma bums
no elevator music
i like that
elevator music
whatever
let’s just keep kickin it
on a sunday afternoon

how many damn drinks have we had
and oh my god i’m faded and
you should drop a snare on that
and let me run through that one more
time and just a bunch of brilliant
idiots sitting around making
mad beats and crazy raps
drinking mimosas and later on
screwdrivers and the sun peaks in
and the clouds float through the room
on a sunday afternoon

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2014

READ “HAVE YOU EVER ENTERED THE DIAMOND EYE OF THE NIGHT?”

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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