The Sunn is a Battleground
I:
NO SUNN NO SUMMER
It is Monday and the sun is dripping
incandescent sweat
so close I fear I could taste it
burn a hole through my tongue
you could hook your finger
through drag me along
the sidewalk
and fry me
yeah this is the kingdom of fire
we’re livin’ in
and no mistake
It is Tuesday and the sun is golden
reminds me of something
the same way your hair reminds me of out west
where I’ve never gone out
where I own every ranch
and every blade of grass
losing itself to the
heat withers beneath us
where the dogs are big as cattle
and good at taking a punch
It is Wednesday and the sun is hidden
Behind clouds
wish I was too
so I shave it all off
to blend in better
hope you’ll recognize me anyways
can’t change my eyes
It is Thursday and the sun is swollen
just like me
plump red stretched out on a rock
waiting for a song-bird
I once heard crying
out at midnight
verses about how liver makes
the tastiest snack
I think that bird was drunk
It is Friday and the Moon is a melon
watermelon
just chock full
of little black seeds
all waiting to be spat out at you
It is Saturday and the sun is blue
In the face just been spending
all night with my hands around
your throat
trying to feel out the limits
hoping you would stop me
but it don’t seem to matter
what I did
everything was golden
slapped a frown on my face
It is Sunday
and it hurts my eyes
II:
IS THIS WHERE I THINK IT IS?
Yup this is the kingdom of fire
we're livin' in
and no mistake.
I can just about see it
reflected in your eye,
when you're not lookin' away.
Its almost there
in the sun, plucking
at hairs on the back
of your neck.
I mean, is it hot in here
or is it just,
the freckles on your shoulders.
Yeah I think I can almost hear it,
when your bare feet
hit fresh turned earth
and half-way around the world
a little island shivers
and pops it's brimstone.
Yeah this must be
the burning kingdom
it is so obviously that place.
I mean is it just,
the lake of fire
pooled in your bellybutton,
where I've staked out a spot for a vacation home
where we'll go surfing as long as the stars come out
where the beach is fine for dancing
Yeah this is the land
where Satan holds sway
teaching swing dancing classes
down at the rec center
every Wednesday night
but he won't let you wear shoes
and I'm always afraid I'll crush your toenails
or is it
that when you lay your head
down on your pillow
a storm crashes down
and lights up
the Eiffel tower.
Yessir this just gotta
be hell.
III:
YOUR SECRET NAME
The burning kingdom
hides its secrets
in rude little embers
loved by lightning and little else
made to waste time
singing black hair
to black.
⁓L.R. 2016