LiCk tHe roTTen OxyGen

In the middle of the summer.
In the middle of the city.
In the middle of my heart.
You’re going to roast.

Have you seen the fish diving?
Where the sun goes a-sinking
And the mind sits there reeling.
All the days go there dying.

Covering the city sky,
I was
listening to you and I
through the
intercom in the hallway.
This brittle verse goes on all day.

Everybody’s going to know
bout the untalented
at the untalented show.

In the back of  July.
In the back of the bar.
In the back of my mind.
I’m going to toast.

All the lost and forgotten,
hunting down the last dodo bird.
In a wobbly, wondrously woozy world
We dance on the ice skating rink.

And crash our cars in the drink.
And shove our hands in the air.
And kiss the cheeks that are fair.
And lick the rotten oxygen.

And lick the rotten oxygen.