This heat brings out the crazy
it’s all fireworks, domestic abuse in the streets
shirtless pathetic rages on stolen children’s dirt bikes
silly kids wandering the wharf in search of phone charging stations
bloated tourists tottering along 1st and Market
Dear Georgi is this summer over yet? No sirrah no
pop up storms like drive bys
the rain are just evaporated bullet shards
this corpse we’ve built our cities on, a necrotic mess of a thing
even the mayflies don’t land on it
we are a colony of spiders starving in our spun machinations
this moment is one of a billion synthetic experiences
100 % pure sacred-inspired holograms
O moon O Georgi there are not prayers enough
for the shit storm waiting on the back of this heat
Tag Archives: summer
The storied water in dead eyes, 16
The trick is to let your disgust about the lingering death of civilization sweat out of you on the hot days. They will all feel like hot days. Then when it does rain you will feel that touch of salvation. It’s easy to believe in a god when it rains and the tomatoes in the garden at home aren’t struggling against the heat that doesn’t seem to slow down the squirrels.
on Sunday when I daydream of mountains
living in the chaos of the moment
the hvac full of flamemco guitar
a summerish rain sneaks in
between sun showers