The irises strode upright among the matted understory
Spices restless stimulants adorned the facility
And people felt the stab of these impressions
How accessories sometimes overpower the utility

And the objective wasn’t really worth the travail
The mastery the achieve of six figures and a house in the burbs
Now wainscot carvers and the hardscrabble communists unite
To agitate against disjunction and critical lethargy

Athwart a ribald cloud of summer-indolence
The makers and the doers mass on the frontier
With their household appliances and their napalm
Death to all those who would whimper and cry and goof off

Throughout the public places the intimate gatherings the portals online
Red and green pigments loop amid the gray
Nonstandard swerves among the investigative accommodations
Subversive blueberries in the noxious privet hedge

But bongs go on the bonfire
Children are punished with organized sports
Efficiency experts infiltrate the gay bars
Naked pictures are enhanced with opaque reminders

The birds are largely quiet now
The heat wave burgeons though the drought has abated
And while the katydids recite their wonted chirr
Sundown offers scant relief from promises and goals

The television drones
The motors on the freeway wind out furious and fast
The sulking residents of the inbox ding long after the close of business
And the holiday has obviated tomorrow’s garbage collection

So let us shed a tear in silence
Let us lay off coffee for a day and sleep
Let us pay the cable bill a fortnight late
And let us luxuriate in our tranquil evanescent sexuality