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Waiting on the day to finally end Dragging its heels like a cranky child As we’re cooking, sitting in the smothering sun Heat on our backs like a dragon’s yawn Glare roasting our newly born eyes Shoulders already crowning scarlet Shaded meekly behind wilting umbrellas Or palms turned up in surrender Dreaming of the water, salt and the viscous scent of sunscreen Gripped by entropic lethargy Deep in our season of discomfort Hair catching, make up running, skewed in disarray Abandoning the hounds of glamour for fox survival Blistered feet in those new Choos Exhaustion frying nerves always Watching for fire Watching for fire Dry as salted caramel sand baking toes and heels Molten metal branding fingers And every song mocking us, praising tropical comfort Serenading life under the stars Blissful ignorance of everyday charring Demented, paying for our inherited sins... Red Centre haunting urban wonderlands Restlessness circling us like a wild dog Rest flies off, sleep is in the wind Only the cold blooded belly dwellers cheer for the burn of it While we, we smell the smoke Waiting on the day to finally end Dragging us with it into the soup of our summer night Evermore dizzily this side of the equator Life in sweat, in the halo bursts of migraine visionaries Enduring it with sardonic contemplation Our everyday southern land heatwave In the sprawling, abandoned Sleep stained slick of our Summertime
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
Heatwave
Waiting on the day to finally end Dragging its heels like a cranky child As we’re cooking, sitting in the smothering sun Heat on our backs like a dragon’s yawn Glare roasting our newly born eyes Shoulders already crowning scarlet Shaded meekly behind wilting umbrellas Or palms turned up in surrender Dreaming of the water, salt and the viscous scent of sunscreen Gripped by entropic lethargy Deep in our season of discomfort Hair catching, make up running, skewed in disarray Abandoning the hounds of glamour for fox survival Blistered feet in those new Choos Exhaustion frying nerves always Watching for fire Watching for fire Dry as salted caramel sand baking toes and heels Molten metal branding fingers And every song mocking us, praising tropical comfort Serenading life under the stars Blissful ignorance of everyday charring Demented, paying for our inherited sins... Red Centre haunting urban wonderlands Restlessness circling us like a wild dog Rest flies off, sleep is in the wind Only the cold blooded belly dwellers cheer for the burn of it While we, we smell the smoke Waiting on the day to finally end Dragging us with it into the soup of our summer night Evermore dizzily this side of the equator Life in sweat, in the halo bursts of migraine visionaries Enduring it with sardonic contemplation Our everyday southern land heatwave In the sprawling, abandoned Sleep stained slick of our Summertime
Summer in Australia is demented. I’m not built for this weather, where’s the ice cream!
#summer#heat#heatwave
deidre-lockyer
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deidre-lockyer
54/F/Melbourne, Australia
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
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