Mid summer, sun retires late

across the courtyard

Shadows crept into the eve

Lights out, on the floor

we watched through the bottom pane

Only television flickers

The Braves on TBS

The Fixx on the stereo

Moonrise on crank whores

Stand or fall

They queued for that peanut butter

Stand or fall

Communion from a needle

Red lips and eye liner

a parade of sad clowns

They only had one way out

and in the morning gone

Yet every night the same