Beer driven riven pack of guys with drone minds
we where in the summer riding bikes
like cans in a case asunder and alike
Imperatives figured out as sedatives or
lack thereof

Then we came down and had a comedown
son is gone but mother has a man
carefree 'cause we're unhappy

Now those dog days are done and not all of
us are here, when we rode through
gridded suburbs, lush myriads of row houses
picturesque lawns and routes
to other parts of town

Before walls of inner voices worn thin
are closing in
animation is finding out so wish us luck
soothe my pain don't wake me up

A mysterial sun would set over broken homes
with petty crime-ridden yards
ice tea sipping grandmas
and bird bones