Mad Summer Sun

 

Long is summer, longer the hours    
like being under a heating iron    
and the sounds, dull and dizzy    
and the sun's rays, badly dazzling    

   
The morning waves are boiling    
i can sweat without toiling    
my face drips without oiling    
i am simmering in an open oven    
   
   
Poetic vocabulary is crazy    
mind bent on a rising mercury    
when shall this time turn frozen    
before i go wild and dizzy    
   
   
I've never loved a summer    
it beats my head like a hammer    
it sounds like African drummer    
mumbling a voodoo demon chaser    
   
   
It seems there is only Summer    
no other one than temper heater    
i'm on the edge of bursting    
better keep away from my volcano