warm warm hot
mass on sunday night
playing with gorgeous zmeow
sensual purple tones
the temperatures rise like sourdough
in this oven of perpetuity
we shan't witness the celcius drop
for many weeks to come
here come the flying cockroaches
the sweaty palms and scalps
the steamy furnace of weeks of middays
the gloating sun that rules all pervasions
declaring his yellow master-dome over all
i'm falling in the fire
some around me jump off the rim
crying n running with their bums on fire
i fall in further
i'm with you
i'm fully in the flame
i ain't flinchin'
and nor i don't intend to
life do me as you will
burn me if you have to
i'll be true as i can
and more real
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