Heatwaves boil the skin,
Laughter swims in the pool of
Summer joy within.
Eavesdropping on the meek,
Medusa’s blind gazeSnake’s hiss echoes in their earsSummertime’s harsh wrath
In his rich filthy sunglasses,
As a child, I would try to make people laugh. I was known as the practical…
The Earth trembles madEvery tribe, tongue, and nationKneel before God’s will
Summer is perfect,
Winter’s icy touch complains,
Nature has no fault.
4-eyes, his whiskey-soaked words stagger into the boxing arena, to report on the fight,
Surrealists weep /Writing in journals/ Snort cotton candy /Sip their wine.
Wolves of Wall Street howlPerfectly their downfall comesHeatwave tides scowl now