Heat
hate heat haters
bleary-eye dog droops a head alongside me
stupid o’clock not even birds are up the yanks
uploading Dr Phil on youtube bless their frozen
hearts we hear
one solid bark up the street no
creature sleeps
my hound’s miserable visage
the mask for us
who failed
to sleep tossing over heat this heat this
guilt in our minds
an engine
with a knock in it we are going to have to pull over
before the day’s end
for repairs
the four first stanzas are great! (I'm less happy with the end)
ReplyDeleteyes it does kind of jump - I will take that and put it in the retool basket - thanks Béatrice. I think I am mingling tones too much at times, not stopping at the end to reflect upon the piece as a whole. What do you think?
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