"best of" I hate summer poem of the day 08.12.16

last of these...next week we get back to the new and always mediocre

august blooms

as

august

blooms

i sit here

going mad

fighting

with

everyone

by

just trying

to keep

the peace

it’s

this city

the stink

of garbage

and sweat

driving

us all

to murder

i

need

something

verdant

like mountains

like a field of grass

oh

i need

something

to

sooth

this asphalt

heart of mine

                                                08.05.11