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this is my summer.
rocking out in the parking lot dancing crazy into the night watched by some-eyes some-where in a parking garage, a shadowman we'll never know who he was just that his voice came from the darkness and we rocked on in the street light spotlights with vigor and violence. broken hearts in blue cars beside my friend's house, beside the elementary school we knew well so long ago words we know by someone we don't. swing-smoking pumping arms legs into the night (my father taught me to swing on that very set years ago) whiskey and dollar lemonade in a plastic cup, harmonica notes run-falling in theatric circles i shout rhymes i'll never remember, spit them to an indifferent night (lost forever to stars and junglegyms i never knew). three bodies on a wet brown towel in the middle of a grass-sea i breathe in hard i hold it and the universe folds in front of me i fall back and mix sweaty limbs with the dew-dirt ground my laughter from nowhere rings to infininte nothing we see obscenities scrawled by god in vines on chainlink fenses and playground slides, the jokester he is. i sleep on the tile floor summer hail outside and i leave the lights on cause i need to go out there soon when my dog awakens me her neck, stomach, leg shaved to fragile white skin i walk out in barefeet she follows me faithfully and then goes on herself in the shadows i lean against the brick wall gutter gurgles above my head my face twists eyes run in sorrow, sorrowful night that you are. attic apartment red wine in a coffee mug stolen beer shots of peppermint schnapps whiskey in a coleman flask ashtray overflowing empty coffeepot on the table the fan's not enough paper sticks to sweaty chests and we wilt early but fists stay raised in the air mouths moving in synch political apathy generally jaded young adults will we ever sit in these sagging seats again? the posters are falling down now time to move on say we'll visit say we'll keep in touch formalities pretend to postpone the inevitable End. mouth dry shaking hand swirling coffee in a bright cardboard cup bad jazz from speakers somewhere overhead my eyes on you your eyes on me i want to help you, troubled troubled beautiful eyes at least you walk alone in woods now and know the flowers and the trees and the paths and think strange and wonderful things i will never know and you say sometimes you want to just pitch a tent and live there and it seems to me in the great scheme of things, why the hell not? and outside in the humid midday you say it feels like summer and you love it and there's that look i loved and traced for months and a year now the summer sun burns the image in my mind and it stays long after you ride into the sinking afternoon we'll meet again we'll meet again.
summer is banjos and slide guitars and our feet in creeks we see through the seasons families of geese passing under the bridge we lay on and matches caught in whirlpools escaping when we look away. summer is our scramble to turn on cameras and keep these moments tangibly and summer is you taking picture after picture with a filmless camera knowing all the while and not giving a damn.
rocking out in the parking lot dancing crazy into the night watched by some-eyes some-where in a parking garage, a shadowman we'll never know who he was just that his voice came from the darkness and we rocked on in the street light spotlights with vigor and violence. broken hearts in blue cars beside my friend's house, beside the elementary school we knew well so long ago words we know by someone we don't. swing-smoking pumping arms legs into the night (my father taught me to swing on that very set years ago) whiskey and dollar lemonade in a plastic cup, harmonica notes run-falling in theatric circles i shout rhymes i'll never remember, spit them to an indifferent night (lost forever to stars and junglegyms i never knew). three bodies on a wet brown towel in the middle of a grass-sea i breathe in hard i hold it and the universe folds in front of me i fall back and mix sweaty limbs with the dew-dirt ground my laughter from nowhere rings to infininte nothing we see obscenities scrawled by god in vines on chainlink fenses and playground slides, the jokester he is. i sleep on the tile floor summer hail outside and i leave the lights on cause i need to go out there soon when my dog awakens me her neck, stomach, leg shaved to fragile white skin i walk out in barefeet she follows me faithfully and then goes on herself in the shadows i lean against the brick wall gutter gurgles above my head my face twists eyes run in sorrow, sorrowful night that you are. attic apartment red wine in a coffee mug stolen beer shots of peppermint schnapps whiskey in a coleman flask ashtray overflowing empty coffeepot on the table the fan's not enough paper sticks to sweaty chests and we wilt early but fists stay raised in the air mouths moving in synch political apathy generally jaded young adults will we ever sit in these sagging seats again? the posters are falling down now time to move on say we'll visit say we'll keep in touch formalities pretend to postpone the inevitable End. mouth dry shaking hand swirling coffee in a bright cardboard cup bad jazz from speakers somewhere overhead my eyes on you your eyes on me i want to help you, troubled troubled beautiful eyes at least you walk alone in woods now and know the flowers and the trees and the paths and think strange and wonderful things i will never know and you say sometimes you want to just pitch a tent and live there and it seems to me in the great scheme of things, why the hell not? and outside in the humid midday you say it feels like summer and you love it and there's that look i loved and traced for months and a year now the summer sun burns the image in my mind and it stays long after you ride into the sinking afternoon we'll meet again we'll meet again.
summer is banjos and slide guitars and our feet in creeks we see through the seasons families of geese passing under the bridge we lay on and matches caught in whirlpools escaping when we look away. summer is our scramble to turn on cameras and keep these moments tangibly and summer is you taking picture after picture with a filmless camera knowing all the while and not giving a damn.