breezy little smile she passed at me
last night at seven in the eve when the
sky was too dark for so late in the summer
time (and i had felt) so utterly sick and sad
waiting for the summer rain and summer smiles to
come for all the friends from all the friends I had hoped
to know sans the breezy little smile she passed at me while
my eyes inspecting the breasts too large the body too large but
the two wells beneath her arching brow so perfectly bright and deep
and sparkling like the voices of the little yellow angels to film-scored
sounds of thunder callously dropping radios and static on our little heads.