Friday, August 12, 2016

"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

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