summertime (when the living isn't easy).

sun ripened smiles and sand in which to roll
waves washing over the landscape
the ritual of youth and skin and play
another time around...
the sun,
the bars,
and all the yearning.

cruelty and lust become blindingly hot
as we feed the fire within us with booze and laughter
who can count how many times they wink in a summer?
or the amount of beers one sponsors a friend?

given days and nights to unravel
we feast on availability and whats alluring
flying over the city with contraband
or reading to oneself the text on a dollar bill
the last one we have left after debauchery
before we insert it in the jukebox...