This Heat - Paul Smith

A sharp contrast

Clumps of whitened grass by the marsh

Frosted at the joins

Paving takes on the look of boiled sweets

Soft plastic tied into bows

Skin past the ages of the boat

Our limitations are abundantly clear

No one’s sure how to fill in the gaps

The hit grips you by the throat

Wires criss-cross overhead

Search for bargains on the market stalls

Too much money for your own good

Lines begin

To familiarise the surface of your skin

They spider 'round

To emphasise the magic of your grin

Open-air rides for two

They’re passed me by all my life

Our limitations are abundantly clear

No-one's sure how to fill in the gaps

The heat grips you by the throat

Smog forming overhead

Fruit glistens on the market stalls

Too much money for your own good

Some get to the finish line at a quicker pace

The point is how and why you are the race