summer breeze

sometimes, no matter which way the wind is blowing, your hair gets in your eyes.

and so it was. sweet spring night, huffy summer breeze. sometime before the humidity will descend on us, sickly heavy and thick, but the breeze over the basketball courts was something to contend with. no matter which way you turn. but its majestic really, indecisive. i can try and practice a free-throw and soon as i raise the ball that wind will whip up a fury. little bits of leaves flying at my face, dirt in my eyes, and the ball? fuck me. no, sometimes it just gets angry. howls up in the trees over the dorms and all you can do is stand there, ball-in-hand, and stare at the sky, at the submissive old trees and wait because after a short delay, it'll hit you too. but its funny cause theres nothing you can do... throw whatever shit up's got the pop and it aint yours anymore. but people come and people go. some came and talked shit to each other for a couple minutes and left again. so its just me, two courts, four goals, twelve hot burning lights and me. a couple girls walk past confused, talk loud. some go to their cars, back. two walk past singing aladdin and now i cant get the shit out of my head. s'another night. arabian night. arabian days.

i go home out to the coast
it starts to rain, i travel out on the water, alone
taste the salt and taste the pain
im not thinking of you again

blowin' through the jasmine in my mind