My earliest memory of you was at a restaurant, you ordered the Chi-Chi, the rest of the table had Wonderous Punch. We were talking about relationship baggage, you said "thats not baggage, baggage is not being able to look at nylons drying on the shower curtain bar" or something along those lines
The lyrics of "Pickles Two" are a poem even without the music. Reminds me a bit of the bizzarre conversational stories in the late prose poems of James Tate. Bravo!
My earliest memory of you was at a restaurant, you ordered the Chi-Chi, the rest of the table had Wonderous Punch. We were talking about relationship baggage, you said "thats not baggage, baggage is not being able to look at nylons drying on the shower curtain bar" or something along those lines
The lyrics of "Pickles Two" are a poem even without the music. Reminds me a bit of the bizzarre conversational stories in the late prose poems of James Tate. Bravo!