Summer sun and such searing
all the pavement beneath my feet
and the tops of my feet additionally
and all I smell is smoke and fire
and charcoal briquettes
and ooh, that smells oh so good
and yeah, I think I’ll have one
of those, but what you want to
charge is
un
be
leave
a
bull
Day: June 25, 2010
dead corn fields
poetryi see you in your little town
with those big bright eyes
and all the people are dumb
you got ink on your green shirt
just like me.