summer of love

-I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. 
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. 
I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.-

-I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.

I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half.

I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.-

the road to bobby d

the road to bobby d

pub on wheels 

pub on wheels 

15 feet. 

15 feet. 

a home away from home

a home away from home

twins game at last

twins game at last