my childhood is yellow and brown
shag carpet and sectional sofa
faded linoleum in the kitchen
tract homes on winding lanes
dessert parties and pool parties and hot tub parties
naive melodies in dire straits
About
the sign over the road spelled it out in rusted green
vacation wonderland
that this place had once been a destination, the paradise at the end of the road
my parents remembered it, remembered these empty streets choked with people, baking in the summer sun, retreating to cabins when the fog came in, poker and booze in wood paneled rooms
and so this is dedicated to a time, a certain feeling recaptured in small moments
of lost summers
clear water and sun on bare skin
empty roads snaking into the night
vacation wonderland
that this place had once been a destination, the paradise at the end of the road
my parents remembered it, remembered these empty streets choked with people, baking in the summer sun, retreating to cabins when the fog came in, poker and booze in wood paneled rooms
and so this is dedicated to a time, a certain feeling recaptured in small moments
of lost summers
clear water and sun on bare skin
empty roads snaking into the night
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