46 DEGREES OF SEPARATION
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It’s 8:00am and it’s hot. Damn it is hot
I’m clad head to toes in pants and sleeves
leather shoes and black coffee
it’s just 8:00am and I’m already running tree to tree
the train is late and I’m searching for shade
as a crackling voice announces delay
I curse and grimace while cars speed past. Hot damn!
I wish I’d brought my water flask
I get to the office and find reprieve
I send, receive, sometimes read, but generally delete
in an airconditioned room we talk with heat about climate change
we agree, we argue, and sometimes…
sometimes we disappoint.
At lunch I step out and see a mirage
people on the beach, living an infinite summer
but to me it’s just a dumping ground
of Gucci-bag-lobsters and meat-fed-mobsters
Their limbs stretching out like lazy house cats
Now sizzled under a scorching sun
I run over and one by one I pull heads out of sand
Like a mortician chef, each carcass separates from the skin
All is left in my hands is ivory bones and pearly white teeth
Some say blame it on the cycles
Some say blame it on the government
Some say it’s always been this way
Some say they love a sun burnt country
I say
Hop in your muscle car
Crank the AC
Pump your favourite track on the way home
Go to the morning vigil
Put on your rose coloured glasses
reminisce
Have a fucking a pool party, take selfies, whilst your country’s aflame