Sweat And Melt.
Sweat And Melt.1 min 167 1 min 167
Tree shade stripes the sweating tarmac,
Like a tiger pelt.
Jogging girls wear sprayed-on-Lycra,
Breathe hard, red-faced and melt.
The ice cream man,
Trawls in his music box van,
Selling cones and lollies galore.
But gives for free to the twins,
Jim and Marie,
Like them, as a kid he was poor.
BBQ’s sizzle in the midday sun,
A preserve for those mad dogs
Meat and veg scent the air:
Sausages, burgers, chicken legs,
Lamb kebabs, chicken wings;
Sweetcorn, peppers, onion rings.
Little hands chalk on pavements and walls,
‘Noughts and Crosses,’ in crooked scrawls.
Some play ‘Hopscotch,’
Others deftly, skip rope.
Grandma’s challenge them,
Show ’em how it’s done,
Regress to their childhoods,
Beneath the blazing sun.
Windows ajar, spilling tunes:
Reggae, Pop, Bollywood, Trance;
Soul, Rock, Punk, and Dance.
Pretty girls wear sunshine styles,
Dress to impress, collecting smiles.
Boyish men fancy their chances,
But watch too much porn,
Don’t know what romance is.
Drunk but happy youth dredge the streets,
Argue about football,
Claiming each has the best team.
Whilst pasty, armchair players,
Shun the sun, watching Wimbledon,
Scoffing strawberries and cream.
All are heat-tainted,
Not a breeze to blow.
No cooling of the fevers,
In the summertime glow.