Here – that swelling heat
off bricks & tarmac – fed –
swilled by wine’s sweaty
intakes [seared & necked
from a quick glass] – rise
of records across Europe
& small islands – shall we
count days until normals
are this? My thighs stick –
sex is off – it all stinks – In
far countries they’ll cope
by hiding & blind-pulling
until dusk’s kiss of life – a
foreign art [Brits are crap]