Bare on the pavement
Vulnerable without care
It never gets old
It echoes in me
We clap hands inside my heart
but I can't reach it
Have a Summer play
Heat makes the voice hazy, warm
Glockenspiel sure, yes
These undertow beats
Glossed dark as rain-wet asphalt
Sweet stupor of youth
Sun glint aqua car
Chrome shiny as carelessness
Lead foot my birthright
Bend those strings sideways
If you start to fall over
Will yourself sober
Woke up on the beach
must have been here two days
but the landscape changed
Xylophone 60's
Raymond Carver smokes in that
old haunted arcade
Deep breath take in sound
see influence ghost holds you
I will hold you too
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