Below the suddenly still Scorpion moon
The first sugar magnolia bloom
Above the dutch iris just for us
And the smell of Carissa.
It reminds us of Hawaii
Like everything nowadays
The liquor blue late clouds
That please the crows
And wash graduation Friday night
That echoes from the pier
Another sincere 80s band
Who almost had a monopoly on shame
Back when, now that nothing
Is the same. The records will play,
The AI Genii will see to that,
But there is only the flame of originality
That will light the dragons in the sky
So rapidly dissolving
As if we've found out its lie.
