Summer is here
& it will never leave
his roar of ventilators
sweat in the armpits, headaches at dawn
sticky hands and flipflops are here to stay
summer is here
for you & me
burning our hearts & our will
with such an easy fire
an almost colorless fire
so easily
pushing us down in our cradles &
caves
summer is here and all the others are
leaving for good
we will never see them again at the bars or
at the
backstreets running away from the cops to
smoke a joint or two
they are flying over to Cuba or Katmandu or
the east coast
and they wont be back
so this very summer, so long ago and wide
& it will be our long best friend
crushing our skulls with his empty hands
exhaling clouds of dusk over our eyes until
we get dry
and lost
and grey
