Duvet Cover Summer
Wet, tangled, messy and just came out of the dryer. A summer of love, a summer of hate, how the fuck did you scorn this ailing summer liar, cheeky forlorn face droop and sag matrimony scathe. Boat relatives weave big black rocks bouys red, green, shallow green eye.
Kid volcano take it down son just a notch, son of a bitch don’t think I don’t know that plays behind sweat beaten porch. Backyard vines creep through wood over under, across the broken glass and over neighbors chair. Watch as it overtakes the love. The love I felt for a sound so hidden and so wide stretched inside shared indie delight 19yrs of life, marker drenched arm forty cases of beer became that chirp we’re so fucking ALIVE!!!
Couth be free my destined tiger vex fight streets roads bite opens to jail bait light. Light of a tunnel, light of the hair, the one that stands on the back of your neck that time I stared. beginning stopover cottage bain nonsensical violence rapture slave the system cured behave. There’s no rhyme or reason for some black coffin flu, just a millimeter away from the
trachytic
nerve.
Yours.
Mine.
Truck drops into second slipping down a hill to third big bright. American Vanlines buster climbs down steps with slippers on and up unloading this traveled simple broken heart.
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