Pay Me Enough And I’ll Shut Up
It’s 93f out there and not yet noon. What’s a guy to do but spew another poem? Swim, I supposed. Or go back to reading my book (“Dante Club”, by Matthew Pearl). But first, spewing.
Out, damned heat
let out the fire and the cold in
I swear that I’m melting
a puddle of meat
and itchy skin
I’ve turned on the fans
and opened the blinds
I’m praying for cool
but I fear it’s for naught
because like inside
outside it’s hot.
