A WARM SUMMER

A warm hand touched this window here before

An insolent light lifts from the parking structure

The harpsichords disguise themselves as helicopters

Propellers like ceiling fans peaking out from the dumpster

Fathering drones or some other

They’ve replaced the birds altogether 

I'm an angel, and I ride a Concord instead of my feathers

And this window here reveals just beyond me every last visitor 

Every man must have those waking hours

I place my hand, and it’s as cold as an anchor

I feel my way over and across the sea floor to find anything stranger

All of you are strangers

A man and a man and a man and a woman

Another man rests under the portico 

Holding his stomach together

Do not approach this place all together

Over and over

We’re all just hungry for dinner

Always some sort of hunger

Starve me if it ends it easier

Oh you're so dear

I am merely a merchant, a stoned visitor 

In my mirror, I manicure these feathers 

And hang picture frames in my hallways

His ribcage holds together a worthless artwork

Piss soaked into his pantlegs 

Feces dried into the concrete 

Human burnt into the sideways 

Without any future of rain coming this way 

I ate my dinner very friendly 

Making love to the idea that my watch can turn in nightly

I can let go so easily

And stroke my feathers in a warm night sky

And no one bats an eye at the man holding a knife

He walks by like an actor 

We trade stories and never cry  

The patio fills some more, and we flatten our ties

The air feels nice, a flirtatious goodbye

And we mosied half drunk back to the big diamond showering over the nightlife

Blazed and displaying the moon evenly on every side

Shimmering like a star of the night

We had no trouble finding our way with sweat and laughter under our eyes

Like moths

We make it home 

And all of our brothers have died