hot days in costumes
let's ride with the windows down
the AC's out, the breeze is just as well
with smells of heaven
the dangling trees & cheap cigars of disregard
and just as often
or maybe even 10 times more
some reckless bores & dreary chores ignored
to gaze at biplanes
that sky-write ads for lazy summer cola fads

miniDV the day
and dream up a way to make sense of life's events in past tense
deleted scenes in grey
daffodils blurred and misplaced
with the faces you know you used to know
hard to believe the way that time can be kind to mistakes
your bellyaches & earthquakes
somewhere between the frames and outside the tapes
a blank slate - filled / lost / found / erased

outside the basement
i'm snoring / exploring clouds when fresher crowds insist
to plow on vanilla routes
still, it's something
another scene to toss across my hill of beans

when drifting off from your sounds
it looks like i'm still around
despite the sight you can trust i'm miles away
just peeking back in my mind
surprised at treasures i find
rose-colored / smothered by faults of time

miniDV the day
and dream up a way to make sense of life's events in past tense
deleted scenes in grey
daffodils blurred and misplaced
with the faces you know you used to know
hard to believe the way that time can be kind to mistakes
your bellyaches & earthquakes
somewhere between the frames and outside the tapes
a blank slate - filled / lost / found / erased

when drifting off from your sounds
it looks like i'm still around
despite the sight you can trust i'm miles away
just peeking back in my mind
surprised at treasures i find
rose-colored / smothered by faults of time

some silly look on my face
while mis-remembering dates
lost yarns are crashing the gates with swift and silent grace