Gold Lamay In Summer Heat

Sweltering heat cooks a sweaty car seat
While sounds of wet meat peels a trailor park beat
With daydreams of ice creams and lemons sweet retreat

Exhausted pavement blurs air; blank stare,
Burned by solstice air toward homes tailored
With some conservative flair
Hide secrets bare
It’s laissez faire in hot summer air

Put in park
Knock. Ping. Spark.
It’s dark
With a hint to be taken from a pomade part
Two entirely different worlds apart
Futures filled with apple carts and quickie marts

In living rooms
Uncles growl and howl as Aunts speak in shrouds of gold lamay
Of summer’s spent sipping Seagram’s 7 in seedy Saratoga
Singing, “The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia”
As cabana boys become victims of the aggressively cordial

Rose speaks of Leo being destined for Pisces
As women mix martini’s with mid-life crises
And old men complain about old man devices
They praise the days of the back seat dionysus

Memories.
Upon which I rest my feet
And dream dreams of gold lamay in summer heat.

Gold Lamay In Summer Heat

Chad  Bracken

Indianapolis, United States

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Imagery of an impending summer

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