summer, some day again

seems so long ago, doesn't it?
sliding inside euphoria at the pool
twisting and laughing, belly dropping
as warm, chlorinated water came at you
blinding for one blink, and looking up

their gleaming shoulders and relentless smiles
brought a gush of blood to your hovering heart

unnecessarily, you said, that was fun, wasn't it?!
like, let's really remember this moment, okay?!
it's going to end, you guys... i'll never...
we'll never get it precisely like this
the knife of time will get tired
and stutter at another tier
of total magnificence
dull, dull, dull

like palms on a closed candy store window
and a broken clock on its back wall

you'll do this exact same thing, when you are seventy
if you make it; all of your heroes kill themselves off-
to have that luxury over cancer seems disgustingly sweet
most people are pushing one another over to remain longer

but you're on  haunches waiting for a train's lone eye
dilating, dinging its toll, warning of its approach
you'll leap like a frog, given the chance, maybe...
but the tracks may switch, and that'll be that

or not

scripture says,
rip someone's arm off on accident simply
to gain balance, and return to boredom 

who the fuck was or is the scribe

god, what i wouldn't give to be... 

i didn't mean to, 
i want to be back 
in there, please, me
puppet strings and all

next time, play the piano

alright.