Casper

Wake Wake with a joyless Sense of annoyance This summer's burning through the pains The tires caked in dirt remain We're in this deep soft county clay By busy apartments You keep your appointments Like coining a name Like rest when it came for These dormitory people Pace Pace with impatience At war with the neighbors You trace the borders of the hedge The mise en place was such a mess That on this warm hot county clay With elbow disjointed The service was- Flawless Like coining a name Like rest when it came for These dormitory people As brambles overgrow The garden Leaves neat suburban homes Are calling to sleep among the roads A pebble-dashing clothes Gardens