Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

if it weren't for the scalding breeze
I'd have already melted into a pool
of liquid molecules, I mean it was
fucking hot....
having said that I couldn't stand
to be in the house another fraction...
out There was real brother
no mistaking humidity for privilege
I guess sometimes I just need to know
how much I can still put up with,
little tests to smash the personal atoms

Mick is crooning about this midnight rambler
his voice in my earbud like a velvet brick oven
so I turn the dial to high crimes, boosted bass,
wait for Keith's twang of treble justice
to kick me in the head...
Mick says he's gonna smash all my
plate glass windows, put a fist through
my steel plated doors....and I believe him
this is summer baby, and it's fucking hot
there is nothing to mistake here in the urban jungle
the predator sun has razor sharp tentacles

to wrap you up like a human burrito with lots of habanero

hot...hot....hot....

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loved this bit especially

no mistaking humidity for privilege

these truths
and more...
like the fact that
wild blackberries fight back
the best ones hide
under leaves
and hornets like them too.
try not to chew the fruits
but mash them instead
with your tongue
and accept the fact that
despite your efforts
bugs and stems
will get eaten

And what if summer could speak?
What would she say?
Ah water is sacred

the truth is summer
more so than the cold is hate
live in both wisely