Summer Solace

On my way down the fort,
lights blink like drizzles on summer solace
and rowdy like dandelion on a documentary image
It’s always the same
because it reels like roses without thorns,
of cigarettes without nicotine,
of coffee without caffeine

And it feels odd for all the wrong reasons;
It’s just filthy like chosen truth when it all comes undone

But I hope I’d find my hope so I could walk some more
Darkness overrides ivy and makes it more toxic
because the last time it was blue was seconds ago...
and so poignant on summer afternoons