it crests my dashboard and I feel something I can’t name or describe except that it’s awesome and humbling, and I remember the person I wrote the song about; and I think, your story has spoken to so many, in places so far and wide
to survive is to leave a legacy of hope
"Sometimes I wish I hadn’t turned away."
"But both of us can’t explode our lives."
"I wish you hadn’t turned away."
"But we’ve already exploded our lives so many times."
I wish it were as hot as it was that day when we ran into the waves of the St. Augustine beach and I slept while you flew your Chinese kite.
I have forgotten the words in the dust on the windows of the unremembered souvenir shop along that narrow vein of a highway in Florida.
Your knuckles bleed. The boys ran off. We’re left alone in the 3am air- touched only by the asphalt and the spanish moss that gropes for us.
This is just to say hello
and to let you know
I think of you from time to time.
As I drove around the dimly lit mountain, I realized I miss being alone.
A girl in my class, who babysat your daughter, said she saw you passed out on the couch one night. Your arm hung over the edge and the tip of your finger grazed an empty bottle of wine. Most of the wine, she remembered, had spilled out on the carpet under the coffee table.
Highway 11 Bridge heading towards New Orleans - 1951
Photo by A. Pelle
Where it does end.
Pantone 13-3820 TCX Lavender Fog
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- The Dunwich Horror
- Children of the Corn
- In the Mouth of Madness
- Hellraiser II
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer (season 3)
- The Shining
- The Thing (1982)