The Good Old Days: content

[billy]

Red-headed beehives with polka dot dresses
patent stilettos and sweaty caresses.
Brownstone with railings right up to the door
potting the pink on a bare wooden floor.

Fly shit on light bulbs in shite covered shit-holes.
Half empty beer cans in melamine soup bowls.
Spread like some wheel spokes on top of the bed
banging the hub till it glows cherry red.

[jadielue]

Retro. And delightfully so. I absolutely adore how the first stanza is just what you see as in a movie, a memorial to the "good" and the second is what lies beneath the beehives and young debonair busboys. I also like how I feel an important part of the story in the middle is missing, it adds a complex wonder that makes me also believe that the answer lies hidden somewhere half in the beginning and half in the end. I may have confused the actual message up a bit with my take on it but whatevs I like it.

[billy]

thanks for the feedback and kind words jadie