july driving around

Feet ripped up
and
I can not find the words
to describe family and friends
and life and a setting sun
and a rising and falling tide
an ocean of life froths and churns
around us and
he wakes and mentions to me
she will be mine
oh yes
she will be mine;
party on Wayne.

The lovely heat of the summer drags on some more.
I don't know whether to sleep or keep sucking on juice and whiskey.