"Rites Of"

Notice scales modal, spruces humming softly:
The world again ablaze with greens, Coleman grills.

No down jackets required, bees beggar audiences
Expectancy settles down like thick pollen sheets
on car hoods
on thawing fears
on patios
on hibernating ambitions

Of course no-one's in the proper frame of mind to
buy into short-sleeves and ballgames and the
supposedly attendent merry attitudes until department stores
are pushing back-to-school supplies and leaves
are resignedly crunching to dust underfoot and
melancholy is quietly staging its annual palace coup --

So fuck it. Let's
get ironical
crack wise
hydroplane away on slippery tangents:

Soy lattes spilt, "Soy Bomb" boom, Soy Cuba
Me-Ma's soy boyz rolling two deep in vintage Grananimals

"I'll see your narrow, Victorian alleyways
and raise you a daunting sprawl of foreboding backroads:
how you like me now?"