Dog Daze Of Summer (1) Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Twas a summer unlike any other. The dog-days of summer to be exact.
Laughter floated in the breeze of the days, while the eskimos of the lower 48 enjoyed the sun's rays.
The twinkling nights a chorus of drumbeats remixed with the hoop-n-holler of college co-eds.
The smell of scorched wood hitchhiking a zephyr, weaving in out of the alleyways of the bustling city.

Old and young alike mingled and danced to the flashing lights and rhythmic wails of the local bands...and later police cars. Lightweights get carried, and tossed out of bars. War vets drink whiskey and show off their scars. Lover's claiming their corners and nooks while mischevious youngsters trade sinister looks. The setting you see, was alive and was well. Unlike the tormented story I tell.

to be continued...

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows