Stopping your breathe in its tracks,
Drying your skin 'til it peels & it cracks,
Your dry eyes shrivel,your eyeball juice streams,
The blue sky at your window is not what it seems,
The endurance test of just walking the street,
A concrete jungle that bounces out heat,
It's suffocating neediness brings you to your knees,
Trying to fight it with *granizados just gives you brain freeze!
A breeze you try but you just cannot catch,
The breath from your mouth it takes with a snatch,
Dusty dry fingers poke into, & pull you 'til you don't know what to do,
Until your body gets so heavy and your head's not got a clue,
It's hotter than hell who am i going to kid?
Walking the streets in August in Madrid
*Granizados = Slush puppy
