Lava lamps

LANDAY FOR AUGUST In this antique shop, my body stands,  A trap of treasures from bygone lands.  Black Mid-century chairs hung like a bell,  whispers of youth in their fiberglass shell.  Lava lamps glow, casting hynotizing dreams,  Lost in the haze of guitar streams.  Vinyl records spin, their melodies wail,  echoes of life in a… Read more