rain pixelates the treeline behind it
i've been looking for something i can't find since the nineties
wasting time, lots
chasing blind spots
i won't let the good times pool in the corner
i won't let the good times channel out to the ocean
cicadas are harmonizing with the transformer
my skin is a mix of sand, sweat and lotion
a sazerac is followed by a citrusy hop bomb
and days are walking by, slowly, with locked arms
and i'll be in denver, chicago, or jersey shore when
the summer will leak out in the pink streets of portland
at a venice vaporetto stop
my body has a tenuous grasp of any kind of clock
out on the water with a gang of japanese tourists
my task is to make sure you never lack reassurance
i'll make sure the good times keep on repeating
i've a cassette loop of 23 and half centimeters
i'll make sure the good times never turn off
i've a demonstrable knowledge of slowly leaking faucets
a tipped back manhattan is blending with the sunset
and is followed by a brett c barnyard funk fest
in the streets slowly drying from the seasonal soak
i have rose city pedals embedded in my spokes
I'm wasting time, lots
chasing blind spots
don't leave me here in the summer
at least wait til the rains start to fall
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