We stand around getting farmer’s tans
Drinking beer and shooting cans

The actor queasy on the boat
Hugs his vintage navy coat

The furniture store is where I’ll be
Playing with the fake TV’s

The night is cool, the power’s out
The cars drive ’round the roundabout

Sweaty back, wilting hair
Greasy looks at the county fair

The corner store sold prayer beads
Votives, charms and pumpkin seeds

Down the alley, surprised to see
A swarm of stenciled honeybees

The vascular surgeon had mastered the arts
Of fixing veins and breaking hearts

He did his best to try and reach her
He was a wonderful poet but a terrible teacher

High school taunts and empty boasts
Roam the halls like awkward ghosts