Dog Days - Arms

Wait till the heat sets in

And the days grow long and thin

They set the traffic lights to swaying

In the wind

Run till your legs are sore

Turn all the lights on, lock the doors

They’ll wait the whole night long to shake you

To your core

See how it burns and how it bends

The way it descends

Through the trees

Outside your room

How the dog days trouble you

And the cool sigh

Of the low tide

How it only leaves you blue

Out in the pines and firs

There were spies and saboteurs

You spent a night this side of breaking

Taking turns

You’ve got time to kill

You’ve got moves and summer skills

And even so, they sought to bend you

To their will

Still can’t relax and place your words

Just pray that this curse

Too will pass

Dead afternoons

How the dog days trouble you

And the cruel bite

Of the sunlight

How it bends and how it burns

And the nightmares reassure

In a clean bed

In a cold sweat

You’re forgetting all you learned here

With your worst fears all confirmed here