Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
This is summer
4 am and the rooms stopped spinning by some karmic guessing game with the rum
your mind screams of childhood abandonment
but the last message from you parents remain unanswered and unchecked on your machine
you remember 3 2 and 1 am but anything beyond is a blur of false laughs and scary faces
most made in a mirror
tasting warm salty air you found the beach
the tide comfortless, and the moon unsmiling you slip behind the wheel of a car
yours you hope
110 at a wobbling pace
towards the mountains and the sunrise
the DJ on the radio says it’s going to be a hot one.
And with one last shot you feel ready to greet the day
4 am and the rooms stopped spinning by some karmic guessing game with the rum
your mind screams of childhood abandonment
but the last message from you parents remain unanswered and unchecked on your machine
you remember 3 2 and 1 am but anything beyond is a blur of false laughs and scary faces
most made in a mirror
tasting warm salty air you found the beach
the tide comfortless, and the moon unsmiling you slip behind the wheel of a car
yours you hope
110 at a wobbling pace
towards the mountains and the sunrise
the DJ on the radio says it’s going to be a hot one.
And with one last shot you feel ready to greet the day
