It’s never summer here             Dear Love
Five dead the last four weeks
A curly haired boy in Austin
Lost                         It’s May

I am pounding on the Ozarks and the Endless Mountains
From a projection booth in Connecticut
Everything I’ve ever done                               Endless
You’re soaking in it

Abu Ghraib still             a dead guy’s lids                   open
At some point they’re not innocents
Ice cream and a Scotch
Jacob wailing on power chords

It’s May                 look at the camera                        grin

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