"summer in spring"

"summer in spring"

after one hell of a day by jake kilroy.

fireworks in your gut,

finding summer in spring,

hearing crickets while sipping your lemonade,

you count the blessings against the scars.

so damned are we,

i imagine,

with love letters in a shoebox

and our heart on a string.

these patio lights are cheaper stars

and i've had enough pints to keep me young

and let me die young.

portraits of artists i never knew

line these hallways like mirrors,

but i haven't the confidence to write

a suicide note for each and every magnificent bastard

that died like a poor man's conscience.

so give us the books

and we'll give 'em hell,

the old college try,

and we'll get our hands dirty this time,

tinged with fire and colorful with graffiti.

this cool air from the window reminds me of paris,

when i drank cognac on the steps of a church on a hill

that looked over the city

and all i could think of was how right everything was,

but youth does that to you sometimes.

screen doors, fireflies and a will to live

is all an american needs to build a home

that will let in summer

like a dinner party guest.

i accept your church and i accept your christ,

but all i'm really looking for is a drinking partner

that can tip well.

so let's go to the dance, let's shine our shoes,

let's remember what it felt like to get cuts

on our hands from building tree houses

and never settle for anything less than nostalgia.

i have a dream that won't stop kicking around my head

and it makes me sick to my stomach to know it,

but i can't chase freedom forever

when all i really need is one good night

that doesn't age me

and make me tremble,

but instead makes me reckless

with love.