Poem 20150816

sun-sick and weary of the heat
collapsing in a heap
and freezing in the
air conditioning

i stink like a salad

waiting and willing the lawn
to die
to go brown

it’s the drought, you see
but really
i hate mowing the lawn
a conspiratorial whisper

or maybe i’m hallucinating
from the heat
since there’s no one there

One thought on “Poem 20150816

  1. Fabulous. A lot of layers to this one. Just the guilty pleasure in what is considered to be an awful phenomenon. And that impulse to share it with someone, even if in a whisper.

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