i am taking the words coming out of my speakers as an omen, or a lesson: "we'll get it right this time." looking out my top floor window on summer's final sunset exploding over brooklyn, gulping the last summer ale in my fridge. somehow i made it out the other side again... "this summer was so huge, a crucible of afternoons." my own words ringing in my brain, but far removed like someone else sang them once.
21 September 2008
the last sunset of summer
i am taking the words coming out of my speakers as an omen, or a lesson: "we'll get it right this time." looking out my top floor window on summer's final sunset exploding over brooklyn, gulping the last summer ale in my fridge. somehow i made it out the other side again... "this summer was so huge, a crucible of afternoons." my own words ringing in my brain, but far removed like someone else sang them once.
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I loved this. Mostly because it happened to me too.
But inbetween the trolley breaks all I heard was Hot Fun in the Summertime and I have been out of beer for weeks and the sun set in that dull, colorless way the Philadelphia sun does. Not beautiful, not ugly, just there and, ah. . . "first of the fall and then she goes back, bye bye bye bye there. . ."
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