Soft Serve

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down
Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
Watched the water roll down
And here comes the lust in phaze
But you’re down in Marietta
So sweet my mouth was seared
But the words you mouthed were sweeter
My Sister
Your words can be held against you in a court of law
My Sister
You owe no allegiance to the facts
And you’re talking like the saint on the site of the accident
Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent
Ringing like the random call patched to the pay phone
Talking like the water rolls down
Watch the water roll down
And here comes the lust in phaze
But you’re down in Marietta
So sweet my mouth was seared
But the words you mouthed were sweeter
Talking like the saint on the site of the accident
Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President
Ringing like the change in the legless man’s Dixie Cup
Talking like the water rolls down
Watch the water roll down
Day Undone
Day Undone
Day Undone
Watch the water roll down