I'm gonna do my own summer

I will create my own summer
Wearing a pink dress among
Orange glowing fishes
And dark leaves. And all
The sad demons will be given
Amethyst colored eyes
In the most sophisticated ways.
I will kiss weddings
Like handsome boys
With burning glory.
This will not be the autumnal
Fall but a somnolent still life.
I will be drunk, ebrious
And intoxicated
By my own summer’s essence.

I’m gonna do my own summer
Creating burning men
In the wylde summer’s hearse.
I will meet death in the very garden
-sad as he his since he is lost
To the draft of our world.
Because winter left crumbled pieces
-I know how to miss the sorrow
Of the sharp-edged days.