Summer

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