The Silence of Summer

IT HAS BEEN
LIKE A SIN
TO STAY IN
ONE PLACE
WITH A SMILE
ON MY FACE,
WAITING FOR THE
POSTMAN,
YUP, I HAVE A KEY
ADVENTURE
TO RESOURCE
AND DEVELOP,
SPENDING
HOURS SINCE
AWAKENING
SMILING WHILE
TAKING
SOME GREAT GULPS
OF AIR,
AND FINDING MY
SHARE
OF MEMORIES
ALL STUFFED
INTO HALF-FULL
PILES
ALONG THE AISLES
OF MY WORKSPACE…
YUP, WHAT A PLACE
GROWING SUCH AN
IMMENSE SECTION
OF MY AFFECTION,
CREATING DYANNA’S
STORY,
IMITATING HER FABULOUS
GLORY…
AND YOU KNOW ABOUT
THAT,
READING THIS NOW
AND WEARING MY
HAT,
I HAVE COME
AROUND TO THE
CURIOUS POET,
DESPITE THE TIMING
AND SOME TERRIBLE
THINGS,
I HAD FORGOTTEN
HOW BAD THE
SONG SINGS
WHEN EVERYTHING
GOES DOWNHILL…
ARE YOU WITH ME
STILL…

OR HAVE WE ALL
DISCOVERED
UNCOVERED
DRASTIC FLAWS
ABOUT OUR SOULS
THAT ARE SECRETLY
BURIED

ON THE SANDY SHOWLS
WHERE THE OCEAN
CRASHES
AGAINST THE WIND,
AND WE NEGATE ALL
THOSE TERRIBLE SINS,
I CAN WRITE OF
THIS NOW,
FOR I HAVE COME
CLEAN,
WAITING FOR THE
POSTMAN
TO ARRIVE WITH
MY DREAM,
HE KNOWS ME
FOR SURE,
AND ALWAYS HAS, BEING
A FRIEND
AND A GUY WHO
LOVES JAZZ,
HE MUST BE SNEAKING
A PEEK
AT THE FESTIVAL
SEATS,
WATCHING THE VISITORS
WINDING DOWN,
THE SUN IS FADING
AND THEY WILL SOON
SLEEP
ON A ROWDY OLD
BED
IN A CHEAP RENTED
SHED,
BUT THE SOUNDS
OF THOSE GUYS
WHOSE LOVE IN
DISGUISE
SHINES SO BRIGHT
WAY INTO
THE NIGHT
WILL NUDGE ME
GOOD,
AND SO IT SHOULD,
THE DAY HAS
COME
TO BEAT THE DRUM,
FOR I WILL RISE
BEFORE
YOUR
EYES!