καλοκαίρι
Young trees and powder.
Amateur cigarette butts on the porch
Gonzo postcards from Madrid.
A summer in Europe, an Englishman
Living in Spain.
And we where just sitting, when the rain threw us outside our internal dialogues
And we actually had to see each other.
Last of the 27s distract
Yellowing teeth and knotted hair
Whisky and hem danger
Bus boys in south east suburbs
Picked up by the last drunken taxi cab
For word games and drunk rooftop solipsism
Seraphim in Timberlands
The ingenious prose of our plans
Existentialism and token mistakes
Talk of Jerusalem rising
Take of the temple rebuilt
And we never knew the tornado was due
Until we caught the rain in our hand.
-Your Good Doctor
