an endless summer in a song that drags
if your wipers parade
through inception and the hinterlands golf
their journey to the moon
and down this road of bricks make the border
yet finds their motel coffee again in disarray
and this everyday sprint still in fashion

pleasantness made
the dawn
with his
own plait
of dreams
that focused
his love
merely with
this passerby
to contend
wherein market
square she
was in
a stupor
with her
throngs lost
social democrat