Scholars kiss the heat, Neil and the Horses chewing grass by the beach, with blurry clouds overhead, float flow, random associations blew, a piercing of sky to let loose a blissful rainfall. Ah, yeah, nostalgia, what used to be, head glow, sadness, you remind me of your ancestors, ethereal but underneath, spitting, angry. Sunset burn, blinded us, could not see anything, music placed in disbelief and aspiration. Way of life, turbulence, to commit or not, to another who loves you. Yes, a romantic ideal, gone to crimson flesh or golden screen saver, arisen from ashes bare. Heavy daydream, amp hiss, suggestion of harmony, put the silver gem into the mouth and see how the bloodstream takes it.
She walked in quietly, with the bell. Her hair once blond, face porcelain, grey-green evening gown, on a trail to the boat club convention, full moon beckon. He had seen her last night on television, plasma screened, a feature from when she was an actress. Oh goodness, she said, your playing Neil Young, that's my husband's hero. Yes, he said, it's the album of the year. Oh excellent, she said, I've ordered it online. You should support the pier, he retorted, did he stutter, might have been nervous. Anxious perhaps. Yes, she responded, I have given in to the needs of the ardent consumer. Break. I only know Harvest, she confessed and paused, wonderful memories.
She bid farewell, no books, walked down the promenade. How odd, she thought, could of been my son, how confusing, perplexity, where had she landed, displaced, out of bounds, did she belong in movie land or here? Harvest, she remembered, yes, that was a former boyfriend in Los Angeles, the guy who other sweethearts dreamt of. Competition killed that romance. She sat beside her husband, steady and strong, watched the revival acts. Women were dancing, men drinking, some ancient and smiling, others awkwardly in bloom, and then, those, striving to make a place in the world, baffled by their greeting weans. I met a bookseller today, she said, he could tell our story, as if it were real.
