recreational summer get eaten by the breeze
sleep collects dust in the closet with boxes of winter
watch the sun blaze through the blinds
at six am, I'll consider to crawl beneath the day
one week in front of adaptors and screens
two console eyes and two blistered thumbs
midday wake up call
I start again, another summer
a slave to nothing memorable
bottle rocket scars litter my enemies with fear
the neighborhood belongs to my brothers and me
the moon stops the best game I've ever had
at one am, I'll consider to crash on the couch
one week in front of adaptors and screens
two console eyes and two blistered thumbs
midday wake up call
I start again, another summer
a slave to nothing memorable
a waste this summer
next summer I'll get things done
lazy and bored for summer
next summer I'll do better
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