Neverending

 

Summer is here
& it will never leave

this roar of ventilators
sweat in your armpits
headaches at dawn
sticky hands
flip flops
...
here

to stay

summer is here
for you and me
burning our hearts and our will
with such as easy fire
-and almost colorless fire-
-so easily
pushing us down in our cradles and
caves-

summer is here and all the others are leaving for good
we will never see them again,
bars
or backstreets
running away from the cops
to smoke

they are flying over to Mexico,
or the north
or any coast
and they won't be back

so this very summer
long and wide
will be our long last home
crushing our skulls with its empty hands
exhaling clouds of dusk over our eyes
until
we get dry and lost & turn grey