Field Day

Into the yesterday, I smell the fresh cut grass
A scent that lingers but moves on too fast
I inhale all the fuzz running through the air
Cautiously, the footsteps lightly tread
Eggshells crack from the boots overhead
I notice you sideways, I notice you everywhere
The rest are holding a field day that they sent
Faith, Jealously, Love, Abandonment
Chairs at all the receptions are absent
In a place where your soul pays rent
All the contracts abiding, inviting
Pinching cheeks while the cross hair is split
He's got the bends as he tastes my spit
Rest assured it always comes together
With a bow tie and boots made of leather
Here I stand the clock reads "15 past"
Still taking in that fresh cut grass
Do I not care or am I learning to laugh?
So poised, passions ensue
A vinyl record spins another round for you
It astounds, the pounds, they're still so heavy