Wretch, they remember -------------------------------------------
speaking of buried mud and stars slipping down my spine
do you remember the time when it was august
or maybe late july
i mean, who can remember these days
but the idiom of misplaced humidity lurked by the riverside
and you held the one you loved in the middle of the rapids
bitter cold currents lashed your shins together and molded them in some heartfelt dance
not spoiled by the midday sun speckling your necks
running back towards fields of amber weeds listening to every word you can't seem to remember
but the dandellions
and you, wretch, seem to wish
it was sooner to late july
as the paint chips from your new apartment and the current slows
i have no idea why the "wretch" seems to wish it was late july, (or why this should be a bad thing...?) but very vivid imagery, memories and decay, like harsh sunlight suddenly bleaching the world that was once clear and cool and beautiful, covered with grease and potato chips. or whatever. liked it.
Neat wording. I blame the picture preceding it tho! Darn, I could've imagined the scenery myself! Naturally, I went on reading the piece in Black and white, as the picture was. Very neat effect eh? The only thing I would do to improve it is add the question marks! Otherwise it's very personalized and I wouldn't change a thing even if I was part of the splashing group.
holy hydrogenic flame, batman! another brilliant turn of phrase another razor song...how do you do it so well and so young, i'd like to know. every word is evocative...outstanding. i am ever so glad you came back and scraped away those cobwebs from this page. i was beginning to despair.