Saturday, July 13, 2013
Solar Return Poem
Summer rain may be the most evocative phrase in the English language (along with melted chocolate parted lips, total eclipse eyes). Solar Return #42, 8:30 p.m., just after sunset-- how on earth did I get to this point? I am still just a kid, though when I was just a kid, I was old as a prewar building. Lost on Mercury Retrograde Lane I come back to myself in the summer rain and an equally delicious shot of St. Germain poured into cheap champagne, sipped in a cool bath fragrant with "mermaid" bath salts saved for a special occasion... I let all tension and regrets spiral down the drain.