empty threat - outside hire

Peachy glow

Wet, rotten fruit inside

I sigh in waves over conversation

Ponderosa

Bathroom, bedroom eyes

I’ll pool some cash for a new carnation

Parachute

Cut both the proper ties

I coil and flail into Union Station

Powerless

I lay here, pulverized

A rotting frame of a station wagon

Watergun

In one ear and out the other:

An empty threat to end the Summer