Marcel Itin Circa ’73
It is warm today in Brooklyn, but I can smell buckets of rain, buckets of tears, I got all these buckets coming out of my ears, and maybe buckets of moonbeams in your eyes… It’s going to be a hard hard hard rain. Dorothy, it’s a twister!
Lately I’m feeling like a door mat… somehow sullen and used up and graphic. I guess I mean I’m still sick and broke and all the cough syrup don’t help and the better half is now on anti-biotics and I have no health insurance and I’m just lucky its so damn warm and upliftingly lovely outside. It’s that Summer Feeling again.
The summer feeling is so strong beneath the blooming boughs that even Junior High School looks good, which you hated… and first grade too…overrated… and you long for some little girl that you dated, do you long for her, or for the way you were and that summer feeling is going to haunt you again in your life.
All Along the Watchtower Princes kept the view for rare books
