i lay before you ladies and gentlemen
iridescent summer in iridescent pastel
the tents of yesteryears crammed full of memory
my australian idyllic place where i hide
there is no such place
it was once before me
it is now clearly behind me
the sea meets the carnival nights
all those kids coming out with their mums and dads
i saw a kid called vickers in a red shirt and long white pants
i was shocked at how grown up he looked
the carousel throbbing in my head
i kissed a girl from a catholic school
i swam in the sea pool alone in the night under a lonely light
this was my summer to claim or to blame
i owned that summer in the city by the sea smile
it was my summer everyone could have probably seen that
i was speeding in my fathers white cars
speeding through the naked streets behind the towns
speeding in the long lanes of shadow thrown by the sea towers
i was crashing in darkness in cinemas on stuffy airless nights
we fidgeted through god save the queen
but i digress it was a long time ago
now that i wander in summer my self
my new self my good self somewhat improved
the smell of that old suntan lotion in the distance i grant you
the sky is brighter though and more overbearing
its blueness threatens to burst in the sky
then afternoons move into fog and latitudes of softest warmest rain
as sweet as scarlets murmured kisses she says daddy i love you
or maybe it was the windows catching in the wind
but there is no wind
the summer night is still
pregnant perhaps with tomorrow
a summer day complete with the losers n champs
the beer will flow the children will wait
the mowing of a lawn
the hammer far away
theres a pool in that backyard darling
just on your tiptoes there can you see it
yes i see it oh its beautiful
summer is my thing look i can sell it back to you
my summer is in word and paint and song
my summer last all year long
my summer of strange colour
my summer of sand in the bed
my summer of drama my summer of pine trees
my forest of summer at the back of the yard
the mosquito bites are starting to itch
my freckly skin gone a bit pink in the sun
this rockpool has a clue for me
its indecipherable but still its a clue
in the backstreets of another bondi arm in arm
the summer people evaporate at my whim
i cast a storm upon the busy streets
but still the rain is soft
softer than anything else in this world
summer isnt fun when everyone you knew is gone
hang around in the market
i buy a shirt i never wear
the guy seemed so nice and i couldnt say no
he told me so much about the shirt
it would have been churlish not to buy it
it hangs in the wardrobe accusingly i sometimes think
i wonder if i should wear it
i try it on and it looks stupid
but in my summer of summers where all the boardshorts fit perfectly
the lights have changed and the baby rain has slowed to a mild fuzz
i’m having a milkshake in a cafe somewhere there
chatting up a couple of girls staying just over the bridge
and one of ems nice and one of ems not
the nice one says something nice
the not nice one saying something not nice
in bewilderment i turn on her quickly and rude
i say something quite nasty and stupid
and both of you stand of up and get ready to leave
you really are as bad as my friend makes you out
i sit in my summer alone but its nice
i mean my heart is wounded so it listens to songs on the jukebox
songs about guys with broken hearts just like mine
and i find a sense of sweetness and purpose
and a sense of necessity in all of those songs
those songs that some guy wrote for some woman
and she goes and leaves him or dies from OD
those songs about the loneliness of empty rooms
an empty old bed as the summer sun waves goodnight
in my summer of love love is elusive
in my summer of youth i imagined them up
summer of mercy
summer of mornings
summer of evenings ripped from a film
summer of heat summer of pain
summer of upheaval summer of null
crystallised summer in packets of lollies
i bid you all now sweet summer dreams
my head is so heavy
the night is forgiving
let it go on forever
forever and ever
amen
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