the rust,
I remember
the rust.

Texas, in the Summer.

There was a military base
across the street,

we could barely see it
through the dust,
shimmering in the heat.

the sun would rise
just to the left
of the trestle,

we’d squint at silhouettes of trains
passing by
as you would wrestle

with your inability to fly.

You would cross the street
when it got late,
to peer through the hole
in the rusted gate.

I knew you’d been there,
you had rust in your hair,

flakes on your skin.

pieces of what used to be,
pieces of you and me.

we’ll be ok
you would say,

it’s all just a matter of trust.

I remember that day,

I remember
the rust.

I remember,
I remember

you learned how
to
fly,
and I never did.

Summertime stopped
one late August night,
to offer you a kiss.

for soon it would be
taking flight,
your spirit it would miss.

the morning scent
of your Summer hair,
the brownness
of your skin.

Summertime wished
for one more taste,
before Autumn
would begin.

there, upon
your Summer bed
breezes through
the curtained lace

Summer dreams danced
in your head
as Summertime
kissed your face

the edge of Summer,
whispers from afar

“days have lost their meaning”

it wonders where you are.

flowered Summer afternoons
beckon with their scent

the edge of Summer calls,

it wonders where you went.

but you are lost in fields
of a carefree youth.

chasing fireflies,

searching for the truth.

I met her
in the south of France.

she was
sitting on the fender
of an unresponsive automobile
looking blithe
and so unreal,
perspiration leaving
tiny rivers
running down her
brown body.

how anything
could be unresponsive
with her sitting on it
I could never understand.

angelesvivenentrenosotros:

The Kinks – Sunny Afternoon

Songwriters: Davies, Raymond Douglas

The tax man’s taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can’t sail my yacht,
He’s taken everything I’ve got,
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon.

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

My girlfriend’s run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I’m sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cool beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
‘Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime