SUMMER HAS A PLACE FOR THEM

SEND YOUR CHILDREN TO PLAY IN THE ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELDS
SUMMER HAS A PLACE FOR THEM UNDER ULTRAVIOLET EYES
HIDE AND SEEK WITH RADIATION
BUILDING FORTS HIGH IN THE POWER LINES
WRITING THEIR NAMES IN THE MELTED BLACK TAR STREETS
NO MATTER HOW DESOLATE THE FUTURE
MARCHING WITH DEDICATION TO PLAY
LIKE TINY ANTS WITH DEDICATION TO WORK
ALL AT THE MERCY OF THE IMAGINARY GODS OF THEIR PARENTS
AS NAIVE AS CHILDREN, BUT INFINITELY CRUEL
HOLDING MAGNIFYING GLASSES BENEATH OZONE HOLES
BURNING AWAY THEIR YOUTH IN SICK PLEASURE
UNTIL AT SUMMERS END
FROM WITHIN THE PEELING RED SKIN
YOUR CHILDREN WILL IMMERGE
CHILDREN NO MORE
THEIR PLAYFUL INNOCENTS WILL BE DEAD
THEY WILL TAKE THEIR PLACE WITH THE WORKING ANTS
AND FALL VICTIM TO THE CANCER THAT IS EVERYDAY LIVING
EVERYDAY DYING
ALWAYS DREAMING OF BETTER SUMMERS PAST

A LIFE IN THE DAY OF THE MAYFLY

COMING OUT OF THIS NYMPH STATE
TO SEE AS ONE IN A THOUSAND WAYS
NOTHING COMES IN
NOTHING GOES OUT
MY VESTIGIAL MOUTH
TO LIVE AND DIE IN JUST ONE SETTING SUN
TO LIVE AND ONLY MAKE ONE CONTRIBUTION
WHEN SKY IS FILLED IN RITUAL COLLISION
HOT MASSES OF INSECT COITION
FROM NESTING EARTH
TO WORLDLY GRAVE
THE CRUEL GIVE AND TAKE
IN THIS EPHEMERAL EXISTENCE