There were Ghosts in the Eyes… 20.01.12

…of all the boys you sent away.

From here

They haunt this dusty beach road/
in the skeleton frames/
of burned-out Chevrolets/

They scream your name at night in the street/
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet/
And in the lonely cool before dawn/
You hear their engines roaring on/
But when you get to the porch they’re gone/
on the wind…”


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