it’s just summer coming again
the old bitch on the front stoop
playing her hate talk radio
into the humid air and sun
the neighbors talking on and on
about neighborhood gossip and the weather
their ugly dogs barking
into the infinite ugliness of the city
the basketball boys
rapping and laughing
telling basketball stories
about all of the pussy they’re getting
on a thursday night
while i sit in this room
hungry and alone
sick from work
nursing a bad stomach
stress and stale wine
sucking on a diet beer
to pass the time
it’s just summer coming again
like the shits or a bad flu
i tell myself
it’s just summer coming again
the way summers always come
it’s nothing
it’ll be over by september
that’s when the autumn rolls in
like hitler invading poland
with a smile on his face
Damn, man ... great poem.
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thanks, don!
ReplyDeleteOnly recently started keeping up to date with your blog, John, but I'm so glad I do. I love the characters you speak of. I recognise every one.
ReplyDeleteDr. DH...thank you for reading. always good to hear someone enjoys what you're doing.
ReplyDeleteI;m not a fan of summer, either...
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