Say what you want
About chemtrails 
The world
Whatever
Or
Don’t say much at all
While living day to day 
You suppose

On a quiet weekend
On a quiet street 
Four friends stood
In a quiet backyard
Screaming : ” PEPSI!” ” WRITE PEPSI!” ” PEPSIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
-in adolescent disjointed lists
At a pilot in a Cessna overhead
Dropping a vapor trail as he passed

Maybe things were just right where they needed to be
Maybe our voices weren’t so “disjointed” and faint
as anyone might expect
Maybe the pilot wasn’t so far away

For one day
In June
PEPSI 
Suspended over that quiet street
Like a kite
Caught in limbo
Between a father/son duo
And the wind

that was years ago
When our hearts were bigger than our bodies
And the sky
Hadn’t yet lost its charm