On the bike trail of pale white chalk Where I surveil the loading dock That's chipping in the wailing shock Of the mercilessly electric creatures The deranged men who shirtlessly stalk The desperate features in their walk Until the melt like boiling caulk On the metal of the blacktop bleachers The summer has an open hymen The Sylvan Manor baseball diamond Rattles hot with tattletales So frailly shot into the night Christopher keeps the receipts For all the love that no one eats In the gla**y office complex suites Behind which the ditch heats and squiggles Where all the d**hlike little birds And the yearlings in their little herds And the perversion of my words Gets trapped and sweats and frets and wriggles In a grouping of the tower spines And the flaccid drooping power lines Where I'm recouping what is mine From the placidly eternal Hot day when the sprinklers vent A burning rubber aqua scent And evaporate all that I've meant About the mercilessly electric creatures But how do they hone the drone and tune it To the gargle of the backyard AC unit? It rattles hot with tattletales So frailly shot into the night