Thursday, May 27, 2010

Summer Heat by Santiago del Dardano Turann

The summer flashes gaudy heat
Much like a fusty pompous diva
Who stumbles on the bone-dry street
With bitchy tranny drunken drama.

The downtown crowds are cooked and edgy
From the touch of that vampire
Dressed in an atmospheric fire
That sucks out spirit, leaves us lazy.

The song continues and we fade
More with each off-key note degree
That bleeds into the concrete shade
With snake steps slipping soft and slowly.

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll call in
To work, surrender to the sin
Of the summer’s kinky din.

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