Friday, May 06, 2011

damp


I'm sort of stock,
like a pick up line,
in a night club,
like a hipster sipping Pabst Blue,
like a cliche with a condom in it's pocket,
but you're like rain,
always falling,
in May,
grinding on my nerves,
keeping everything damp.







3 comments:

all ways 11 o'clock said...

great piece
great shot
great tune

we have all seen
or been the guy on the bike haven't we?
and we stop to contemplate
the hill or the guy.

~robert

Old Ollie said...

Sometimes I'm damp with PBR, but so is she.

Fisheye Lens said...

Nothing stock about this piece. The dampness moistens the imagination, and smooths the grinding of the nervous gears. Everything evolves in the merry month of May. Even when the lighting is flashin' and frightenin'.

Nice one.