I approach my coach to tell him The anesthesia wore off And then a loose cough Crackles accolades in spades For me So they pour us up to LaRosa Market Maybe you meet us with the Taurus And you park it there The air is sweet with bare summer feet And cucumber-scented hair The sun is wetting heads Of sweating girls In pretty smells It swells and swirls Then wanes And the surgical wound Is twisted deep Like the sheets on a summer bed And I'm marooned In the summer weeds Behind Sylvan Lanes instead And all the life behind Sylvan Lanes It wanes till it is dead Keego Harbor trailer park Beneath my parents' Upper Room They had one too Pet love in the sweat of Forgetful heavenly days I got some Mackinac Island caricatures Where my toothy youth decays When we would take Orchard Lake Road To the St. Mary's Fair Your first cellular phone And the tone of the blown-out speaker Lying supine on the pebbly asphalt Electrically whine through the trebly a**ault As the sidewalk calk, yeah the fault-lines Scuff your sneaker Disposable camera prints Leaning in the doorjamb squints The figure of my dad And the body he had When he was shirtless and virile He'd drive me to intramural Or the soccer travel fear A Chevy Cavalier And though I was puerile My comfort was near I genuflect on the kindergarten rug Where I chugged all my pure light A clunky TV cart and the sunken eyesight A sleepy-eyed departure of a dream Now I'm feeling like a phony up at Kerby's Koney Island And the parents tick in decades And the pathos just parades its wickedness So sad All the love that we had Dissolves to an abyss Of summer ski-hills Where my newcomer sk**s Once skidded in wintriness Till the kid crashed And red-faced shame Is the world's only aim When my spoiled Christmas gifts got stashed I could hear strange percussion In the depths of the concussion Like the fireworks that once splashed In Sylvan Lake Then some pungent summer deodorant Forced me to awake To my mother's laugh