Honeysuckles

The air is sweating honeysuckles Light is brimming over the lips of the tree-line The road is hotter than the engine block Hauling a beeline straight through the heart of the state-line Sight don’t seem to be working Flicker go by the green Between the asphalt bisections Metal on the rails, a spark out of the city Hold my wheel steady, lord Hold my wheel steady Hold my wheel steady, god My fingers grow sweaty, oh The air tastes like candy, whoa This boy’s not ready, this boy’s not ready No tears now Light so heavy No evidence, no And whiffing the pollens When did I stop breathing When did I start I remember a feeling A weight on my heart I must have knocked out...in this foul heat The wild blows with breeding The stamen let go their genelings Phosphenes pleasure my sight I hold on for dear life The wild blows with breeding The stamen let go their genelings Phosphenes pleasure my sight I hold on for dear life The wind blows with breeding The stamen let go their genelings And woe to behold I’m weeping Lo and behold the salt, Lo! The feeling “Frederick 22”, 7:22, since noon I’m exhausted With pressure building higher and soon The seals will melt, and so will June The wheels will flow, translucent I will let go to soothe it The windows roar down, I’m complacent Cured of my unease I can breathe Buried under well-lit seas A smile, a reflex, a canopy Opens up right in front of me And the road, is vacant