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Summer Consumes Me

Summer Consumes Me

Summer your salty ocean breeze brings 
the call of the wild out of me,
I hear the thunderous lion's roar and 
swishing and screeching of the red butt monkeys 
in the trees full of green leaves,
I hear the chorus of the chirping, 
tweeting, cawing of the fastidious 
bird's mating calls.

The swirling scent of the hot sun beaming 
off my concrete jungle brings my mind 
to a hazy state of mind,
as your lazy days unwind.

I smell the sweet lingering smell of 
tropical coconut oil and chlorine
in the seat of my beach towel 
covered leather seats,
as the beach boys croon to me
of California surfing days and
bikini clad girls.

The pungent, unpleasant smell of the 
doggy doo that relentlessly clings to 
my strappy sandal as I scrape it
against the rough asphalt of the
pool's parking lot.

The sweet tangy smell of barbecue 
grilling on a charcoal grill
 and the sounds of sizzle
coming from my 
neighbor's backyard.

The crisp smell of green hot money
that a freshly folded 
burning a hole in my pocket,
"saying spend me
go ahead just spend me!"

The aromatic smell of ripe red cherries 
and succulent sweet watermelon swells 
through the summer air and fuses with the 
smell of the neighbor's fresh cut summer grass,
as the buzz and hum of his lawn mower wakes me up
too early in the morning.

The mixture of aromas from the gyros, corn dogs and cotton candy
as food vendors obnoxiously pitch their mouth watering temptations
from the crowded venue of our movies and concerts on the bricks
at centennial olympic park.

The sounds of my heart slowly drifting away 
to breezy memories of steamy love from 
summers of yesterday.

I smell the musty lust that pours from my head 
as the power of summer consumes me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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