Summer Jam 07

This heat has become demoralizing,
As the too-tan daughters of privilege
Play records on a stolen legacy.
You’re going to come to terms with your favorite
Pavement song not being a summer jam,
Despite the naming.

A nightmare of frightened red flesh
Under a dream of impossible ocean blue
Endless Summer reads like a snuff film.

You search for shade
(because they don’t let you smoke inside)
And the conversations are unlistenable
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You’re going to come to terms with your favorite
Red House Painters song being a summer jam
But only for the isolated.

You stare dumbly at the collar id,
As the sky plays a forest fire sunset.