summers town
the tips of the trees above me
swaying summers breeze
a hay fever post sneeze
alcoholic tendencies
the holidays are over
one year older
we’d skate through the streets
under streetlamp lights
within the seamless moment
everything felt right,
drinking under the slide
in the last gasp of daylight,
we were brothers,
undefined in our purpose
guitar music connected us,
that first sweet smell
of cheap cigarettes
you choke as the smoke
hits the back of your throat
but you get use it,
we’d abuse it,
youth as far as the eye
could see, an acid trip
a fake I.D, climbing the wall
of our secondary school,
there was something sinister
about the empty halls
each classroom held a memory
when the world meant
the most to me,
we’d carve our names
into the school benches
our first love flutter
distracting our senses
the torment and confusion
of a newfound emotion
rebounding me from
wall to ceiling
I can’t contain the feeling,
it seems like yesterday
we’d rush out to play
the dinner bell would ring
and we’d start conspiring
to leave this place forever
and with the school days behind us
I hitched a ride
and never looked back
I don’t want to back track,
and talk about “the good old days”
it was such a strange malaise
of crass and raw confusion
when our outlook on life
was all but an illusion
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