Thursday, June 23, 2011

Heat


if something doesn't turn
up soon I’ll officially
become a monk as if
you’d notice days echo
days begging the question of
how long before I drop
like a clay pot from the ledge
screaming

sorry I missed you sorry
for nothing last night
I nearly drove my mercury off
a hill trying like a teenager
driving with his dick to be
cool gawd almighty
it’s hot & people are dying
everywhere

1 comment:

Matt Morris said...

I wrote this poem as an undergraduate, but recently tweaked it a bit. I've always liked it--I don't know why, but there ya go.