Summer Is Set

I crumbled
Through open star ways
Into the arms
Of a heartless widow

She stamped me as Perfect Target
"Right on the side would be perfect", I said

For now I know my position
In her atmosphere of pure Herzog
And much better yet
Summer is set

For mouse games and tattoos
Somewhere in the Catskills
Summer is set

I can’t get my hands out of the icebox
Until they pass the litmus test
The acid base
Compеtition in an arm’s length race

Perchancе my final peccadillo
An avalanche of mumbo jumbo
Crashing down like Inno Mostro

Taking me lower into the labyrinths
Of a twisted child’s erector set
I'll become the perfect pet
In the autumn of my life
And I’ll remember the sun
And all the shadows on the run
Did not apply to me
When I was young