Where we used to jam

now,

 

metal bay doors

clinch like soured teeth.

 

there were 5 busted guitars

bleeding to death in the pine green

dumpster grave.

 

music still plays,

but nobody knows exactly

where it’s coming from.

 

reminds me of rain on a starry

night.

 

I remember you,

wet and laughing,

with the starlight in your hair:

 

greatest song of my life.

Reviews

[Ariel B.]

Oh, this is good - the sudden shock of vivid imagery is breathtaking. I can really picture, or maybe feel, the place and the time and the fact that it's over. I love
"there were 5 busted guitars
bleeding to death in the pine green
dumpster grave."

[MuSe Ampoule]

Nostalgic! The echos of the past painted brilliantly! The images you give us make us feel like we're in your shoes reliving the glory days! Beautifully done, all of it. i couldn't quote my favorite line because each is more with the rest.

[.]

ha ...brilliant..

[Kenneth The Poet]

Cool.

[Brad]

you actually took me back...paralell histories

[Robin]

memories , man , memories ...

[Crowley]

This is genius my man. What an image, what a feeling. This is the end shot of your favorite movie, or the feeling you get at the end of the greatest summer ever as a kid and you have to go back to school. Solid......very solid.

[OT]

"I remember you,
wet and laughing,
with the starlight in your hair:

greatest song of my life." - ah starlight in your hair? now that is a line to envy over!! bravo!