Standing here, in 90-degree land
Where nothing is right
But the drink in my hand
Sweet saving coolness, fine eastern breeze!
I welcome thee warmly,
I welcome you, please
Stand fans may blow this languor away,
But I cannot stand
These bills I must pay
Summer is hot on my heels as I run
Through prickly white sands
– and the daydream is gone
In thick sticky air, seconds trickle and crawl
As sweat from my temples
To the sides of my jaw
The sun's got a fever and my blood could be boiling
I laze inch by inch though my insides are roiling
To be productive in this haze – this hell of a heatwave
But instead I'm in bed, just rotting and spoiling
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
Standing here, in 90-degree land
Where nothing is right
But the drink in my hand
Sweet saving coolness, fine eastern breeze!
I welcome thee warmly,
I welcome you, please
Stand fans may blow this languor away,
But I cannot stand
These bills I must pay
Summer is hot on my heels as I run
Through prickly white sands
– and the daydream is gone
In thick sticky air, seconds trickle and crawl
As sweat from my temples
To the sides of my jaw
The sun's got a fever and my blood could be boiling
I laze inch by inch though my insides are roiling
To be productive in this haze – this hell of a heatwave
But instead I'm in bed, just rotting and spoiling
