Heat Poem
The heat in Brooklyn
has made the air so dense
that children are outside
right now throwing chunks
of it at one another.
has made the air so dense
that children are outside
right now throwing chunks
of it at one another.
posted by Todd Colby at 8:12 AM
1 Comments:
Pale as Irish butter
the fiend we know as Sun
ratchets my extinction
up to probable
no melanin, no malt-o-meal,
no muffin man.
Ain't got shit to say now.
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