Buy Me Remedies For This Summer Breeze Poem by Dan Caliolio

Side A:

And I'm walking, barefoot, as I'm numb from every part of my body. The balls of my feet touch bare, rough, solid cold concrete, and it's picking up dirt from every angle, because I'm dragging myself out of here, to somewhere else. I'm Exhibit A, on my shoulders? My best friend. We're eyeing the world with our baby blood-shots...and from what I'm seeing, an eagles eye don't compare to the spectrums of jumping, spinning, Warhol painted images our eyes witness.
I'm shaking, and my boyfriends on hold...his killer smiles walking like turntables back in the 90's, jammed upside down.
I think I'm in love with him.
My best friends down, convulsing on the pavement, but it's alright, because its summer.Things like this happen.
Although, I'm a bit scared...this looks like retribution back when I had those shots, and a jug of whiskey. Downed that in 30 minutes...boy, they should be proud of me.
But I guess I just need a getaway from all 'this'
So I amped the doseage a bit you know? It felt just like nostalgia and inside jokes, and it never stopped until I gave up.
I'm barefoot, Exhibit A is going down, next to My Bestfriend, we can sleep on this rough, solid cold concrete tonight, and maybe tomorrow, tell everyone about the getaway We had...
but no worries, it's only summer.
Only


Side B:

So I'm hooked on the other end of the line, tongue-tied with tears that fall faster than bullets in a marines rifle. I just wanted to see life as it is, with no walls to break down, because mine got tackled by your wrecking ball, and it's causing a prison break of love throughout my whole body. I've been sleepless, because now, I'm never tired. I stopped trusting...again. I just need your ' I love You's back in the front line, and your 'I miss You's behind. Although you reassure me about the spine chilling back bone you have, and all those cliches you feed me...I've got faith. But it ends with force feeding myself sleep to get away from my getaway. But I love you, and I want to stroll down the aisle with you, and take your hand, you're my bride.
Wedding bells turn to drum beats, and 'Everything will be alright' turned itself into the biggest lie.
In 7 days, the margin I get for sleep is less than 8 hours...I think thats bad. But I'm running on pretend pretenses, and you're running on your relapse pills.
I'm stuck in a rut that I myself have got nothing to do with. but I guess this is what happens when you fall in love.
I've stopped walking; you hit a deer with your headlights and you weren't there to break my fall.
So here I am, a die in a fire kind of boy, typical, sleepless and on edge.
'This is me falling in love.'
Thats only another way to synthesize soothing.
You can't find love thats sold by me, for me, for my living.
This isn't your normal hot pink love.
It's 'Babe I got your back and I'll hold your hand' love.
I force myself to dream about before.5 years old, up and running. Only pain you felt was skinned knees, only broken were your toys.
Now where's your salvation? Look how our knees shake when we find our Simple Kissed love. You, them, Me...specially Me, I'm sleepless and pissed, and head over heels.
But no worries, this is just summer.
Just


Side C:
I roll deep down spin city. Doing drive by's on coffee shops, and donuts with my car. I'm 17, and I'll be a summer romance. I can be what you ask, because I'm sold when you give me them stares that see through me. I'm marching into this state of happiness and debbie downers don't deserve dramatic darwinism, because I make my own social culture, and that is: Driving around, windows rolled, on my cruiser.Living life behind eyeglasses, lipsticks, and hook ups that last for 1,2,3 hours. But hey,
I forgot about them. Because I drank...Jeeze.I drank because I was so happy! So genius, and here I am, I made it happen for myself.
I'm working shifts, going to shows, wearing that 24 hour rented smile for just 9.99 or less! How amazing is this.
I'm Karma in disguise, and I'm turning the tides on this God forsaken sea. So baby, all 'ya gotta say is
Happines.Peace.Love.
because in my story, in my cliche, these hook ups determine that I stopped running my mouth, and started feeling the heat.
Oh dear...I never want this to end.
This is The summer.
The.
Summer