Sunbathing.

Jesus it’s hot.
I’m burned to a crisp.
Feels a bit demanding
to be asked to even think.

Don’t want to speak,
or flick out a limb –
Just lie back and calmly let the
sunlight really bake me.

Such a sunny day.
Burn my worries away.

Jesus it’s hot.
I’m losing my grip.
But I can’t move
coz if I do
I’ll lose positional bliss.

Decking and seat
are glued to my skin.
If I didn’t have a drink
I’d swear that this was
Hades.

Such a sunny day.
Burn my worries away.

And when there’s clouds in the sky -
inside I go.
When it starts to shine...
back outside
with a
mo - ji - to
.
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And I don’t wanna be cold again.
I just wanna burn
my brain
away.

Jesus it’s hot.
An ‘Icarus kiss’
Turning
when the burning
makes my eyes start to fizz.
Feeling the sweat
C
A
S
C
A
D
E
down my chin.
Fix
me
up
another
drink
before
I’m
desiccated.

Such a sunny day.
Burn my worries away.
Such a lovely,lovely day.
Burn all my pain away.
OH WHAT A LOVELY DAY.