Knocking Off Rust...

Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybody's darling

The man in the white Oxford pressed shirt
held a crippled skull inside his hands
And his feet rested atop
the shoulders of giants.
The candle burned beside his notes
with wick casting gold.
Remember?

There were mounds of dried dirt
that waited for his return home.
And wheels of bicycles
waiting to be rode through wooden paths.
The skyline was a reserve
of little resentment.
Remember now?

Fortified are the final actions
when the man drove past the sign.
There were yellows, blues, and reds
that cascaded down a clouded end.
The mist fell softly on his eyes
and took seconds to brush off.
How can you forget?


Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo