Erasure Poem by Eric Roalson
Eric Roalson, (boy on right of the Young Braves EP cover art) wrote a hilarious erasure poem, (erasing words from an existing text (in this case, our August tour blog) in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem) and we had to share it. Enjoy!
DAY 1. Ames, IA We kicked off yesterday and threw down our underwear. If only dreamboats reminded me. Oracular songs resurrected one war bride. One of the nicest, slinging and working the door. Cranberries going across train tracks with some battle wounds. Three HD cameras filming the action.
DAY 2. Cedar Falls, IA We enjoyed some chill time for the first 20 laps, taking an over-glorified phoenix from the past. My chemical Saudi burrito liked that guy’s feelings about nouveaucroon progressions. Love lost precious time. Felt the power of cardboard cutouts I snagged and some wild fog machines in an empty van. I was walking my amp with some good cause. My underwear be ready soon.
DAY 3. Minneapolis, MN
We arrived in sound. Some killer pork taco was a rebel and ordered the Cuban to kick everyone back into one modest mouse show. The lonesome Chalk had life’s troubles while keeping minor undertones. Cheering dads reminded Chalk about printing money. Danger took us to the promised grooves. It’s been far too long since we crammed cars and zoomed way fast. Always makes me feel I’m home wearing underwear.
DAY 4. Madison, WI We were led out in a tiny alley. We looked glorious. Wild rose chemistry: which is saying cool cats jiggled the jams after harmonic got in the zone. We’re totes gonna tang them one of those days as cities burn with beaming charisma. Don’t look back as if it were a full house. Trailer park boys on Italian sausages watched donuts. Maybe with all this luck, underwear, too!
DAY 5. Milwaukee, WI Milwaukee showed us a great taco. Left the waitress in our gear. Groups of artsy FBI inhabitants were operating a heavy hand. Kicked hard the punk graffiti. Exactly what Milwaukee needed. As has been the custom, we kept the stage banter without ripping my skinny jeans. I jumped up and snagged gypsy in the temple. Being fun that doesn’t scream. Real-life winky faces enjoyed some Irish dancing. A round of Smithwick’s wasn’t enough. We climbed a mountain every time.
DAY 6. Chicago, IL We hung around eating basketball in the packed streets of Chicago. Bicyclists falling to their doom under the weight of a fun juice mix drank. Before painting weird stuff, we took up this killer just to get a big sugar high. Really pumped up for this one day of no underwear. Progress happens.
DAY 7. Des Moines, IA We rolled the beautiful fireball right to the river’s edge. A small boy was scared about squid god and killer ice cream. Envy threw down acrobatic fire. A gentleman ran into our very cool shower at the riot. I’ve been wearing underwear since Milwaukee.
DAY 8. Kansas City, MO Zombie burger reminded me of things funky and light-hearted. We played a venue where we stopped one last bomb before driving home. Bob Dylan was chirping, although exhausted.
DAY 9. Iowa City, IA The scar tissue peppers were fantastic! A brass moose was bro-bonding on the retro groove. Barefoot blondes tried jumping the Midwest. If you aren’t familiar with buzz, feed each other. Lucas was warning us about the dangers. Remember to wear underwear. That is the key.
