Lemonade and Baseball
The devil hides his eyes in watermelon
So that children are reminded on summer days
that there is still something you can choke on
He followed me home in the blanket summer night
Possessed every harp player I called beautiful
and made me watch as they also burned
The birds are chirping but someone is
Screaming
He is sitting next to me all leather jacket
Teenage
Whispering freckled lies about my
Brother
Trying to hold my sticky syrup hand like soda cup
Roulette
He put a heartbeat in my scrambled
Eggs
Made the flute players fall on their faces
Worst of all he wont stop whispering
Nothing to do Nothing to do
Nothing to do
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