I forgot today is Monday
It's like most other days
It isn't like a Monday
Cos I'm on my holidays

I was the one who showed you this place
it was only last summer
I remember your green shirt
how your mom was so excited
I texted you at noon, it was now sunset
we had sent so many messages, I knew we had to meet
the sky was pink and orange
you looked so perfect in this light
this was my first date
you ate the blueberry frozen yogurt, it was my favourite
the sun started setting
darkness was coming.
there were so many more dates
the one where you kissed me
told me I was perfect
but the august I think hated us
because everything started falling apart
there were no more late night drives
just lots of tears
and forgotten 'I love yous'
it was September second
and I really wished I never met you.
I wished we never got frozen yogurt

My faithful companion,
My insomnia,

In the deep of night
While I sleep a fragile, restless dream,
The sound of engines cuts across the highway
Drills a dark well into my ears,
Forcing itself into my head
Like a worm inside a red, flawless apple.

Noise, the scarecrow of summer nights.

And my insomnia,
My silent shadow,
My friend of unrest

O, summer nights, you are too much for my delicate world!

The roaring old motorcycle,
The car with a broken muffler!
Loud music from a car,
Screeching tires,
Laughter echoing in the distance,
Dogs barking.

Oh, lively and restless warm nights!

Sounds follow one after another,
Like ants on a pool of juice
I keep quiet in the silence,
With a muffled scream.

And yet another summer night stretches painfully,
Strutting foolishly over the darkness
Of a sweltering city.

but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan
yoke running suntans like we're not burnt
plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks
learnt that those sparks don't set us alight
snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up
fight or flight, ****-ups stroll us over to both
makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies

and

growth was just memories we'd left behind
cities were left unsigned and roosters hum
spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays
sums done sideways with scrambled minds
haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side
rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone
stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy

but

crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views
degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters
drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim
toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust
limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk
buses see less than walks, distance is a job
toolbox couldn't fix this throb.

so

maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice
it might not have fireworked so quick
but i'm glad we rolled that dice
getting summered was a cement
to those heat-blown bricks.

I wanted to get lost in your ocean and if I never drew another breath I wouldn't mind if it meant seeing you smile at me once more. Sinking in your gaze, and floating in your smile, without a breath, without a care, without a regret, but to tell you how gorgeous your eyes looked under the moon that night when you told me the truth

how many crossroads and passages must there be to get lost in your eyes, brighter than the sun yet darker than the night. For two things to live so near to each other is only explained by magic. The magic in the softness and grace in your eyes as if you were a ballerina under water, without a breath without a care. The magic in the puddle of happiness we splashed in with our gumboots on a rainy day many summers ago. Look in the puddle, past the sparkle of curiosity that reflects the suns rays, further down, and you will find the emptiness of my sorrow now we have gone our seperate ways, in hope of meeting again soon, forever unknowing of when.

By morning I must wakeup, but I urge to remain dreaming of the magic in your eyes as I remember them. But what compels me to open my eyes to the drowning world of chaos and loneliness we live in is the knowledge that there is a chance I may see you again, a glimpse of the one I once knew, but I never do. I'm beginning to wonder if I should remain asleep forever.

I should’ve had a hedonistic summer, a roundup of long, sun-kissed days and even longer, undulant, kissing nights.

There are no riviera pics this year - set against the blow-out backdrop of Saint Tropez or Heraclee - with their sunlit-deliriums, cracked plaster beach bars, aromatic trailing Jasmine, lavender, umbrella pines and baking Socca.

No nights of dense, optimistic nihilism on neon-painted open-air dancefloors, or gritty, underground raves, in dark, brick-clad, light-strobed basements.

And no timeless, sun-drenched, beachside early mornings, with their moments of stillness, beauty and reprieve.

Summer feels can’t be vicarious - you have to get out there and get *****, hmm, sandy anyway. Are there ethical implications to basking under a climate-crisis sun? Maybe, but if so, do we care?

Let’s wax poetic..

Summertime often sees us jetting off to different places.

If I could travel anywhere
let it be outer-space
not floating in darkness,
for years and years
let’s find a better way.

I’ve traveled to the moon
- on a little friction -
that isn’t even science fiction.

I’ve traveled simply by turning pages.
It didn’t take fuel and it didn’t take ages.

That was travel at the speed of thought,
but better yet, let’s travel at the speed of sight
- that’s faster than light.
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Songs for this:
Relationships by HAIM
Summer Sun by Koop
Summer Girl (Bonus Track) by HAIM

waking up in the morning
to find bright light on the face,
there are birds chirping near the window
and in the next scene water dripping from the faucet

the silence i feel in the countryside feels
bigger than the world out there lying-
awaiting for me to step outside
and nothing else but to watch buildings?

ravishing summer morning,
a reminder to go out and
play by the river or
spend the whole season listening to music