The house party band I played in took a break
and I left with a beer in my jacket pocket to
On my way home though,
the bass coming out of my parents’ house
was so loud I could hear it down the street.
My band played Black Flag covers, but man!
That first fifteen seconds of ‘California Love’
was a siren song, a neon sign that said
“Come this way!”
I didn’t know where the hell Long Beach was,
but when Dre and Pac said
“shake, shake it, baby”
I felt that!
The bass throbbed like my heart, like
knowing the cops would probably
show up before too long!
And that moment hit me like a flash of lightning,
like waves crashing,
like this was the feeling I’d be chasing
for years after.
I was only eighteen but I stood smoking
under the orange sodium glow
of the streetlight across from my house,
knowing that if I didn’t walk into
my own house, I’d regret it.
The windows were sweating like
everyone there and when I walked in,
opening a new beer felt like
possibilities laying themselves
AJ Buckle is a poet and teacher living in and writing from his apartment in Ottawa, Canada. He holds an Honours BA in Literature and enjoys listening to records and tending to his houseplants when not having an existential crisis. You can read his shitty tweets at @buckle_aj