🍐🍓 the new pear cinnamon is nice—in fact, i like it a lot but i’m afraid it’s no match for good ol’ strawberry apricot (this poem isn’t about red bull) IT’S ACTUALLY ABOUT THE RUSHING SUMMER HOT, HOT TO THE TOUCH, TOO HOT, GUSHING OUT AND SPILLING OVER SUMMER SWEET, SWEATY, SWELTERING, HELTER SKELTER LIKE A TURBULENT SUMMER STREAM I FOAM AND I WELTER IN THIS RAW, BLOODY DREAM WHERE I MOAN AND MY BACK HURTS FROM ROADCRUISING ALL DAY WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT BUT AT LEAST I HAD FUN AND IT’S NOT FUCKING WINTER !!!!!!!! WHERE INDIAN DAYS AND FLORIDA NIGHTS AND STREETLAMPS BRIGHT AND SUNSCREEN FIGHTS AND ALL THAT’S SULTRY AND ALL THAT’S RIGHT SWALLOW EVEN BRAVE, GOOD MEN ALIVE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, FORGET ABOUT THE CROWD NO ONE HERE’S A KING—WHO CARES ABOUT A CROWN? ‘CAUSE MY NAME IS SERGEANT SOLSTICE AND I’M SEARCHING ‘TILL I’VE FOUND— THAT SACRED, GLORIOUS, HORRIBLE, HORRIDUS, D.O.R. PRODUCING, LOVE AND LIFE INDUCING, ALWAYS AND ALL CONSUMING, FICKLE, FLEETING, FEVER DREAMING, FAMILIAR GIDDY FEELING THAT IS THE HEAT OF SUMMER !!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . 3am asphalt naps layin’ on our backs making love to the sky screaming our worst fears up and out vocalized, towards the starry night sky a warm, gentle breeze is blowing in from the east hurtles us westward from our toes to our teeth neon skies bleed a bloody blue pink cumulonimbus veins pulse and throb underneath a cacophony of hot, hot, hot summer sounds like cicada calls and poolside drowns and howlin’ mutts from one gas station towns like a first night’s imperial moth with my wings freshly dried, i’ve been clinging tenaciously to this porchlight and it’s high time i learnt how to fly