The 'M' of life

Sittin' here starin' at a blog, waitin' to throw up words at you. A third decade is catchin' up with you and there's a social compulsion to expand and connect with the the animal around. The madness gets to you or you take your madness to it, either ways you just multiply it.

Mmmmmmm

Heat

Can thirty years be called the middle of life? What about mid-life crisis? 
In the "Heat" - unflinching, devouring - it has me reeling.
Hormones on overdrive - raving mad in the summer - diving down murky avenues.
Its become inevitable now - the obligatory musical companion - the "blog"ground score - Goldfrapp(e) served up hot(in the fucking heat) with a "Black Cherry".
Nuptial blues looming large - chasing me in circles - the faster I fucking run the nearer i'm getting - circum(in)ference - catch me 22.
I vaporize in seconds n' minutes n' stagnant hours - to come back down in multitudes of me - sprout again to feed the HeaT.