Soles

Soles

August time is humid with sticky thick air,
and all the girls are tanned skinned with frizzy blonde hair.

They were windows fogged and happiness
bare feet up against the dash-
music far too loud and laughing.
Pockets filled with hash,
and bottled up with sunshine
saved for rainy days.

Ashes ashes.
And we always seem to fall.

Silly hopscotch runaways-
what pocket picking fun.
They were eternity nighttime giveaways.
Soul sister serenade, and such lonely little girls-
looking for life’s answers in this tongue twisted world.

And it really wasn’t summer
It was rain.

Bare feet hot against the asphalt
that night she lost control-
bloody nose and barefoot,
shattered glass along the road.

And it doesn’t seem to matter,
how much you seem to care-
August time is humid with sticky thick warm air
and all the girls they’re laughing with frizzy long blonde hair.

And it really wasn’t summer
It was rain.