Sweltering: Ode to a Brisbane Summers' day

If I wasn't trying to watch a dog that may be Houdini reincarnate
I would go to my bedroom and turn on the power hungry rage monster
that is our air conditioning unit - reminiscent of that hotel room in Delhi
all those years ago
catching an auto rickshaw from the airport
to an overpriced hotel and charged in US dollars
(probably more than the beggars sleeping in the narrow streets earn and spend in a year)
The air conditioner louder than the rickshaw motors grinding their way through the night
without lights - to save fuel said the driver.

Ahhhh. 'Cause I was wondering.

Different time. Different city. Same old heat.
Less pollution, thank the gods.

But still, the dogs' tongues hang from their mouths, dripping like melting coconut sorbet
in the sun
As they restlessly pace, then just fart and collapse, waiting for the coming peace of a cool night.
We can hope, anyways.

I love summer - when I'm at the beach.
I love it sweltering at home too, I guess,
But less
Especially when I'm sick.

At least I can dream of work
Where the aircon is noiseless
And I have Bill Gates' dodgy software to abuse

It would be oh so amusing if they hadn't had twenty fucking years to fix it
Bugs?
No
They're fucking monsters.

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