It is the smell of summer rain
that lingers even in winters’ darkest days
warm and cool and laced with summers fragrant blooms
of honeysuckle and lilac and sandy days
steeped in the warming rays of late afternoon sun

It is the setting sun and lightening bugs
the chill of lemonade on a hot summer day
bees and butterflies dancing on the breeze

It is carefree days and the smell of shade
the moment just before a thunderstorm
crisp and clear and filled with promise

It is the color of dusk expanding across the sky
painting the end of another perfect day

Razor’s Edge

Dancing on the razor’s edge I lost my balance
and hit my head
I slit my throat on the way back up
and choked on the blood of not good enough

Jack and Jill went up the hill
and now the baby’s hungry
Jack mumbled something about loving and forever
Before he stumbled and took a tumble
Jill got stuck with the bill

Like a knick-knack paddy whack, Jack’s a fucking bitch
and the next generation gets born into the void
Crying and lying and wondering why
Not enough love and too little hate
Indifference is the cruelest fate

You don’t cast a shadow if you don’t exist
No one missed what they’ve never known
Mary had a little lamb
It’s fleece the color of the finest ho
She learned fast and she learned early
Hey, diddle diddle ain’t a nursery rhyme

Running away from her step-dad’s folly
she found a friend that she calls Molly
It turned her out and didn’t look back

Life comes hard and life comes fast
Living on the razor’s edge
A thousand tiny cuts bleed you dry
and you don’t have the strength to cry
Before you live, you’ve already died