Bang on Summer
for Candi
Girl, you look like summer to me
Girl, you bang on summer to me
But wait!
I am a smoky town shadow
A lonesome shape
A sad beak pecking the earth
The way you move across the grass
A flower in your hair
Your bare feet drive us wild
Bird, what’s that mean?
Life, what’s that mean?
Love, what’s that mean?
But my mind is muddy
While your hair spills from the sun
Your eyes are cut out from the sky
So girl, go easy angel
The milk is hard angel
You strangle us to make us sing
But I wouldn’t know what to sing
Coz I can’t sing
What I want to know is:
Can you?
David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers to emerge from the UK. His words have appeared in many mags, journals, zines, sites and blogs. He hides out somewhere deep in the Bedfordshire Hell.