The heat makes me tired
High temperatures are definitely not what I desired
        When I thought about summer
        But the lonesome drummer
Broke my defences
When he glued himself onto my senses
                He closed my eyes
                I still heard the buzzing flies
Turning my mind into a motionless cloud
My inside fences could only shout
                        GET OUT OF HERE
                        THIS IS NOT YOUR SPHERE
DON’T MAKE ME MAD
Instead I’m just getting sad
                                Because this is another lost day
                                I’m still somehow trying to play
With my words inside fences
At my sanity expences
                                        I drink my three litres of water
                                        But at the end of the day there’s not much left from the slaughter
That’s called weather in here
Man, I’m not even able to shed one single tear —

Are we already in the first phase of the apocalypse
Without knowing there could be another solar eclipse
        Happening tomorrow and will last forever
        Doing something against it could be clever
But not when it’s too late —

Clearing my mind again when the night turns blue
When temperatures fall, my body likes to go through
        The latest phase until midnight breaks
        The silence of my returning thoughts shakes
Off the tired and lame state I was in
Collecting all the inks and pens from my caisson
                So I can go and try my best
                Until midnight after then I can rest
For another day of heat
Or could you [ weather ] just stop?
That would be neat.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023