Heatwave

I wrote these words in 2001, a few days after the event in the USA we memorialize each year on this day.

HEATWAVE
(Jeff Sampson)

(whisper)

things are not what they seem.

(lightly)

your tranquility – there for all to see – it’s about to be disrupted.
you wait and see – it’ll come to be – destruction.

hollow meaning sends us reeling
our senses seem to lose all feeling.

your tranquility – there for all to see – it’s about to be disrupted.
you wait and see – it’ll come to be – destruction.

(with aggression)

five will get you ten your end feels close at hand.
I highly recommend
you gather things that keep you pleased
to get you through your time of need.

(very aggressive)

you can’t run anymore.
the heat rolls across in waves.
no use to grovel or implore,
what waits for you is a grave.

how could you know?
who could have seen?
you’re taught you reap what you sow –
get up! – take the heat.

(lightly)

torture – heavy
rapture – waiting
torture – heavy
rapture – waiting.

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