The spinning turning of the summer earth  has strtched and wound the air  into a tight blue band around  it's swollen girth    Dizzy and relentless the suffocated streets  wind on and toil and soils  gasp their quick and tiny breath    Parched dry tongues scrape over reptile lips  and every word we speak  steams and crackles in the heat    lizard still we perch upon the stones  merging carved and curled this rough  dry heat unfurls pervades the flash  marrow that once waxed now wanes the bones    High upon the sky  the one unblinking eye pours down  its slippery butter , yellow drops  melting oily fire on our backs    fingers without touch  fell for relief    and every move we make  strains as if about to break  something has to give