Peachy glow
Wet, rotten fruit inside
I sigh in waves over conversation
Ponderosa
Bathroom, bedroom eyes
I'll pool some cash for a new carnation
Parachute
Cut both the proper ties
I coil and flail into Union Station
Powerless
I lay here, pulverized
A rotting frame of a station wagon
Watergun
In one ear and out the other
An empty threat to end the Summer