Summer is
lazy
Even here, on the coast
Where the steel waves in the harbour
Smell like October
Even here
Summer is
like…
Really lazy.
The grey mornings
With criminal crows
Only inspire me
To pull a pillow over my head
I should be a hero
And do what heroes do
And get out of bed
Pen in hand, paper under that
I should
Bring words into being
I should
But nothing lazy is heroic
Nothing heroic ever happened without some heat
Some fire
Some warmth
And right now the east coast
Ain’t got none.
