Friday, July 06, 2012

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.

1 Comments:

Blogger Glen Green said...

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.

12:17 AM  

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