Hail Stones of Summer

You're to damn green to have ripples in the soul be overgrown with the bramble of harsh tones but there they lie deep in the ink of your mind dirty little diamonds with scars between their thighs... what became of that whirlwind of life in the eyes they've turned into hail stones in mid-summer skies How to reverse this bend of the mind- let it bloom again you the non- listener-sprinter from ripples of happiness the street corner barker with lungs spitting fire and lye feeding off echoes from those dirty little diamonds...