wait till the heat sets in and the days
grow long and thinthey set the traffic
lights to swaying in the wind
run till your legs are sore turn all the lights
on lock the doors they’ll wait the whole
night long to shake you to your core
see how it burns and how it bends
the way it descends through the trees
outside your room how the dog days trouble you
and the cool sigh of the low tide
how it only leaves you blue
out in the pines and first
here were spies and saboteurs
you spent a night this side of breaking
taking turnsyou’ve got time to kill
you’ve got moves and summer skills
and even so they sought to bend you
to their willstill can’t relax and place your words
just pray that this cursetoo will pass
dead afternoon show the dog days trouble you
and the cruel biteof the sunlight
how it bends and how it burns and the nightmares
reassurein a clean bed in a cold sweat
you’re for getting all you learned here
with your worst fears all confirmed here