First Thought Summer Poem

The mood strikes me as memories of the unknown flood the gates
And marijuana’s scent breezes through the summer’s window
While bills, bills, bills accumulate with each drip of time wasted
And the old-timer wastes his life through worship of flag.


Brothers fight brothers, sisters strangle sisters
With the music coming back from the distance
And the beauty of discovering secrets with a loved one
Haunts the memories of entropy and decay
Felt through the summer’s heat wave.


Shedding a layer of skin, while tears drop from tired eyes
And mortal angels whisper, “Go now, go now, make it happen,”
As this life taunts those self-aware lazy fools
Who like their drums crispy, and their visions loud.


The sunbeams were as real back then, as they are now
When they shone upon your white drunken flesh
As you passed out holding a G major chord
And I sat up silent and awake and blinded.