30 degrees
Hot fuzz
Warm Wind
blows through my clothes
Shadows burn
Scorched road
People wither in turn
Sweat pours
From pores
Unprepared to burn
Heat bakes
Radio Waves
Suits shed like skin
Glass domes
Spill drones
Parks full of gnomes
Sun drenched
City Stench
Never goes away
Warm Wind
blows through my clothes
Shadows burn
Scorched road
People wither in turn
Sweat pours
From pores
Unprepared to burn
Heat bakes
Radio Waves
Suits shed like skin
Glass domes
Spill drones
Parks full of gnomes
Sun drenched
City Stench
Never goes away
posted by Ultra Toast Mosha God at 5:59 AM
2 Comments:
You sir are a poet. I hope you try and get some of your work published! I enjoy the whole mood of the poem. For me, the shorter first two lines go well with like a mood of the simplicity of summer and then words are nice and complex and contain a lot of ideas. So that is my nerd reason for liking it. My none nerd reason for liking? the last two stanza's, fuck yeah!
:-)
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