june bug- march babies,

i went to sleep in december and woke up in june-

suddenly there’re sparklers and gnats and night rides and the smell of BBQ,

someone invite me to a BBQ, i’ve been dying to have gently burnt chicken wings, 

that garlic-y carbon crackle and fat,

if i nap now, will it be winter when i wake?

more reason to never sleep, if so-

then maybe it’ll be summer forever,

and i can paint in my underwear forever- i can sweat in front of a fan forever- i can drink kalimotxos forever- we can draw, barefooted in the park forever- we can chill with some christmas lights under a grapefruit sky, for, ever-

forever looking at the large cloud coming in, half-hoping it won’t rain, but also knowing that a summer cats-n-dogs has its benefits,

how do i paint the feeling of biking hands-free, hair-down, on the 11th minute of your favourite song, through a breeze you swear you’ve never felt was so perfect?

what colours would i use? something alizarin? something quinacridone?

i’ve been good with actually writing down dreams again- for a while i was using the notes app on my phone, but trying to decipher bad, hypnagogic handwriting is more fun than reading through typos and shitty, autocorrected prose,

in six weeks, i’ll be time-travelling, acquiring arts,

MUSTARDONDABEAT! HOOP LIFE! 0-100! you guys still with me?