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