Tuesday, August 7, 2012

backyard games

sometimes the summer air can be intoxicating
you know, when you breathe in and can taste bits of grass 
or those purple flowers that grow on the side of the road? 
when i can run around naked because the wind has finally decided to play nice with my skin
i think it's a drug
i mean it is addicting
and it makes me feel lighter and higher and giggly
that feeling of never wanting it to end and dreading how the come down will feel this time
summer somehow convinces me that the only thing i need to worry about is catching fireflies
summer is a drug grown by the mountains and sea and sky
just so the mountains and sea and sky can chuckle at how silly us humans get
you have to admit, we get pretty silly
and then we say our reason for being silly and wanting to skinny dip 
or soak watermelon in tequila 
or smooch under fireworks, is because of summertime
i guess summer is like a lucid dream then
you can mold and shift it to what you want
but it's not exactly reality 
i mean it's one reality but it seems a little too perfect
things that are too perfect are dangerous
i guess that's why summertime doesn't last
nothing that perfect should

johnny
family reunion, connecticut
film

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