Vintage

Trouble cast every object’s fleeting You lead my lips to the water Creek we, stumble endless the sprig leaves, Twisting, my dirty toes track wherever you’ll go Dust floats tall on a flash-bulb highway Penetrates through the silent movie We’re branches strewn in a calm collection I’m set on fire by your skin’s reaction Take me to my grave We ourselves collide Score the spot you placed Here’s vintage storyline ...