BYE SUMMER
What did I do to lose what I've lost?
This screaming won't bring anything back
Or change fire to gold
I'll smash my face
Where the puddles break
My lies are blackened stitch
On Army Green
Ancient tumbles down city park hills
With music blasting
On my cheap portable tape player
The lyrics ripped away
By the zephyr
But, I'll always remember
The lick and scratch of that grass
Stiffened by late summer heat
And sublime depravity.
Written by Cecil Smead
Posted on 02-28-13
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