Angela Strassheim

mozart-hologram:

Terrorists- oh yeah

When I saw you you looked so surprised

and the oceans flowed through your blue gray eyes

and I stood and gazed through hot summer days

so you can tell me

how does it feel?

And as you turned around to walk away

I brought you close and I grabbed your face

it felt soft

I felt your jaw separate as I pushed my index finger

into your cheek

it felt good

and as I pulled you by your wrist out by the jukebox

that Cars song played

you know the one its like

riff from that Cars song

or some shit like that

And you told me I should get back to my friends

and I told you that’s not how this will end

You looked so scared

I didn’t mind

I asked is this the most attention you’ve gotten out of a female at one time who isnt also your mom?

I thought not

And as I dragged you by your wrist out to your car

you told me that you never thought you would make it this far

I said who cares!?

Were all going to die anyways

And as I moved over to unzip your pants

you stopped me cold with trembling hands 

you looked SO! scared

I didn’t mind

I looked you in the eyes and told you

“I cant tell you everything will be just fine

but right now, just unwind

because tonight in the back of your moms car

your mine

and when I went down, it sounded something like this

half assed guitar solo to imply simplicity and a sense of innocence

and finally you felt at home

enough to put your hand on the back of my dome

and you whispered ever so sweetly

oh yeah

Tony Marciante
Nickolay Dyadechko
Matheus Chiaratti
Luigi Ghirri, Bologna. 1986