I would have gone into Scottie's garage to the mattress with you when I was nine and you were twelve, or seemed like you were.
And we would have lain on that bare bed-like thing in a shaft of light and dust.
We might have laughed too.
Initiation rights, the kind I always wanted, might have occurred on that worn out piece of flotsam in a back alley idea of someone's suburban dream in the 1960's.
Between two poets who were destined to meet up anyway, so it was fate, sunshine.
Definitely fate.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
I would have gone into Scottie's garage to the mattress with you when I was nine and you were twelve, or seemed like you were.
And we would have lain on that bare bed-like thing in a shaft of light and dust.
We might have laughed too.
Initiation rights, the kind I always wanted, might have occurred on that worn out piece of flotsam in a back alley idea of someone's suburban dream in the 1960's.
Between two poets who were destined to meet up anyway, so it was fate, sunshine.
Definitely fate.
just some thoughts