I Found Your Photo in a Drawer

You and me rattling down the road without seatbelts
To Dead tapes that have no end
Incense and exhaust mixing into the fabric of my subconscious
To create this lasting impression
When was this but in a past life
Where time eludes me.
Flashes can be found in obscure hiding places
Buried deep within
A Birkenstock, cracked and busted leather soles
A spinning potter’s wheel in a dust-lit garage
But if we were to meet as strangers now
Would you match this painted picture?
Its scent will linger in the fibers of memory
Like some stain that can’t be scrubbed clean.