Summer Simmer

Posted on 04 November 2009

Summer sinks through the brows
and drips into the watering hole
where the eyes meet

Like someone put a cigarette out
in the middle of everyone’s faces.

These heavy, contorted body cloths
at the tips of limp bodies
bleeding out their sweat

Into cotton and nylon
like melting candles.

Conversations carry on
like forgotten piano keys

Everything is quiet
and cooking.

Fingers rummage through
dumpsters at 1 AM.

The yuppies dream
about nothing
in their fridge cool
air-conditioned suburbs.

Fans drown the humid night
with the dizzy hum of
a thousand tiny mosquitoes
flapping their
itch-infested wings.


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