It’s hotter than the Dickens
Along this downtown stretch.
I’ve read the man before,
Traveled to both of his cities,
But this hellish heat is becoming
A daydreamy nightmare of sorts.
My mouth is telling me it’s parched,
By throwing a temper tantrum and
Drying itself out completely.
Don’t get me wrong,
Foot-to-heel movement is what I love,
Frankly it’s a thing I do most admirably
In life, but the more the sun sticks to
Me, the more I want to escape to that
White glow pole. You know, the one
With those fluffy bears drinking soda
Pop. An island man offered me a beer
Not long ago and I told him to beat it.
Tried to hustle straight currency out of
Me and I won’t allow myself to be
Vulnerable to that. If a vending machine
Comes into view, I’ll run to it and
Volunteer my last remaining energy
follicle. The sudsy carbonation of a
Crisp, cool aluminum can would provide
A subtle escape hatch out of this fiery
(Photo taken by me.)