Six Weeks, Nine Wells

We spent the early evening
Treading tracks around the wells
Till the flush has come to roll us all away
Flushing, chasing, fizzes giddiness
Backbone and tongue fatigue found
The tables would win me out
Late enough to mildly worry mom and dad
Not so late they call around the door
Six weeks cutting back and forth
From train tracks to the castle in the park
And home
Watch your shift on the rails
And a-growing, growing loss
Where morbid, tunneled thoughts stubbornly stay
Strictly resolute
Unmoved by rolling eyes
Nor desensitized by repetition's pains
Flushing, chasing, nauseous bitterness
Six weeks stays are long enough
Enough to be continued
A sequel or a second part
Flats have been curtailed
Immortu to style has stayed
September came and washed it all away
Flushing, chasing, bitter giddiness
Six weeks cutting back and forth
From train tracks to the castle in the park
No sequel or a second part