the only sure thing is the last thing

summerís gotten slow
and all of this is winding down
the heat wears me out
I dry dock in the day
Just getting used to dreams,
You know what Iím saying
Is only just that
Today, when walking the DMA
I saw a boy staring at a painting that
Reminded me of faucault, I canít say
But then and there I thought
How fine it was to be a boy and growing taller
In the summer sun with anything at all ahead
Like now but then.

2005-07-31 | 4:36 p.m.
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