SUMMER POEMS
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What the heat has driven us to:
Sloth; TV weather bulletins;
ODing on sick-big
bottles of Coke.
Hanging round air-conditioners:
the library, the shopping centre
relatives' (unseen in a year)
�loungerooms,
2.�
My mind is fast, I'm delirious
As I walk home in this heat
Perhaps it'll be a record -
That'd make it worthwhile
3.�
The problem is,
Books always multiply!
Try spending fourteen hours
In a library:
The end seems further away
Than ever, because
You finished one
And started three,
Two of them fat bastards.
4.�
My eyes are closed, I think we're
on Kwinana Freeway south
early Church on the CD Player
and I don't know
whether I'm wearing my glasses;
in the end, I have to open
my eyes to find out.
(I am.)
- Nathan Hobby
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