Heat Stained Town

I close my eyes

listen to the chug

of a neighbour’s air con

lucky people sleeping in the cool

the fan merely moves the heat

a cool facade of drying sweat

even the water isn’t cold

the hot tap remains unused

and it pays to stick your head in the fridge


we are all overdue for the rains

there’s a madness sets in as the garden dies

as the crepe myrtle flowers for the second time

and the agapanthus gives up the ghost

and the people in air conditioned cars all drive like maniacs

whilst I drive slowly with the windows down

and hum along to the sounds of a heat stained town

Copyright February 2017