Crazy Summer
Flat sky, flat water
Bright light, blinding spatter
Of sparkles in the lifeless concrete
The Court of the King is soon to meet
Meat in a bowl with fly lice on the side
And sub-marine ice cream, the emperor’s pride
Light in the water, sun in the sky,
The whole globe’s a stage but the players all die.
Aspirin doesn’t cure a headache,
Nothing makes your hair grow back,
And there’s less substance left to make
A space, a place, without shellac.
The Crimson King eats bread and honey
While the Breakers kill the bunny,
Or maybe that was long ago,
When ladies fainted and knights wore gold
Waterslides clogged with rotting roses,
The clean water is a total mess,
But the filthy sea sets prisoners free
And the waves make shadows blessed.
