Destroyer

Watercolors Into The Ocean

Listening to "Strawberry Wine" for the 131st time, it was 1987.
It was spring.
Now it's 1987 all the time...

Were you even there?
Too thin, too fair, downing your third drink.
Standing at arms length in the square, just off a mildly successful killing
rampage where good writers go to find one thing and stick with it.

Oh, life - it's bigger than a life on the run from the United States and her
friends on This Night made of jewels.

It took three carabinieri to peel him off the streets of the town
she's named after.
Dragging the lagoon was a disaster.
They found him alive and relatively well...

Some situations seek redress.
Some songs just go - "testing, testing..."
I took a picture: I was sick of motion...

And wore her watercolours into the ocean...