Same old song

Jareth Armstrong

such a foggy salad 

oblivious, I wanna love you 

you’re pure stuff, deserving to stand in the sun 

I’m no fun, I can share party drugs, or some stars to see 

we clap our hands and pretend to dance 

two crowded strangers who’ll pass it back and forth 

‘come over,’ I let slip 

it’s already called a night, let’s find our own word 

I’m a ticklish warrior, and you’ll see me wrestle with the jammed door 

plastic ferns can brush our calves and lazy jeans trip up our feet 

You’ll point at all the knick-knacks, and we’ll look at everything but each other 

I painted that one, and you tell me what you see,  

and I tell you what it was meant to be 

Author: Jareth is a local charm, avid enjoyer of many things, and a new papá. Feel free to find him at @legospidermanofficial on insta.

Artist: Zoe Hawker is a multi-disciplinary student artist working with sculpture, installation, and painting. Her self-reflexive practice aims to decode the absurdities of our current culture.

Editors: Brock Scholte and Fernanda Bustos Venegas