abandon the dread of a teenage sitcom
a marathon of fun-in-the-sun-melodies and he loves me, he loves me nots
abandon these summers of longing and sweating, staring out ahead and waiting
for a glow in that cloudless vastness of cobalt, reaching out for a scatter of prickly stars
hating them, hating yourself
for putting up with it
sticky palms dragged along the unweeded lawn, lips denied a kiss drenched in summer passion
palms pressed to ears, shutting noise shutting the eternal litany of mothers and fathers
demanding, unforgiving

i ask for redemption, i ask for reasons
i'd give you a hundred excuses and
a thousand nights to drag them behind you, in search of that one answer
that epiphany
to set the earth ablaze, or at least quiet their allegations of your stupidity...
but aren’t you naïve…
faith is a toy they hand you in a cardboard box, wrapped with ribbons
faith is forgotten
the product of lazy summers spent watching TV
this one thought persisting every commercial break
i want to fly from here

so grab on and hold tight now, please don't let go
we're almost at the margin, and the season is starting to blur
condensing into the humid heat of a round of yesterdays