What if we were in Austin
I wouldn’t want to be in Chicago
Especially in the summer that’s one of those places
Where people die in the summer

Because they’re too stubborn or too poor to get AC
Who wouldn’t want AC
It’s tearing a hole in the ozone, but still
I’ll smoke a cigar every now and then, too

And think about taking the shirt
Off a                   Dear Love
And run my hands up to
And take your nipples on my tongue

Smoke                the rain               sun

Brian Clements |  > > > > >
Contents | Mudlark No. 49 (2013)