The Seasons of Style

The Seasons of Style the season of style like a vernal pool edged round raked and baked by the elements of which it was formed; cracks a trend seamless and current flowing from detergent springs as bubbly as bathwater flowing down a drain, evaporates let’s take the thing the thing with the most meaning like shoes with the most tread let’s leave our mark, fleetingly so fortunate this moment to muster up a galling smile in a style that purchases garish pride and loathing, sumptuously hand over the keys let the music sing out loudly as a high pitched squeal of a bended saw blade, blisters liquid orange fruited plain or a half-lit cigarette wheezes bring up and halt your progress there’s a fortune in loving, outrageously summer loathes a bookish mite and autumn having fallen away as spring moves backward into solemn winter coughing, miserably