Long Days of the Past

i speak trouble yes i speak trouble late night rumble very quiet mumble summertime symptoms slipped in subtle suddenly i want to see the warmth right before the crunching of some autumn leaves too hot at noon, makes the warmest evenings writing on walls, illegal to draw remind me of nights, all fear was small bliss and inner peace abundant as dinner treats everyday i made away with darker skin, and dirty feet heart disease not bittersweet park and freeze like little creeps when passerby, might quantify activities, helping secrets to keep no such trouble yes no such trouble all the wonder, many lovers i wrestled and played with shovels pedestrian and landlord i rummaged through the rubble pasta without sauce, and gallons of tap water vaporizing sacred flowers that smell of exotic jungles worries never entering my vision like a tunnel fleeting as a hummingbird never ashamed to cuddle never new a softer word never cared for struggle running free to paradise cause my license priced had doubled delighted to ride a bike rain reason not to huddle traveled all i sought to see carpool or a shuttle impermanence just a word pouring down the funnel