Thursday, August 11, 2011

10,000 representing something outside of me

it is August and it is cold
in the way thirty is old
when you are ten
or moreso
it is an air-conditioner on sunburned skin
but the summer as a whole
has been an illustration of an arsonist
with a bottomless pocket of strike-anywheres
and a happy hand of lighter fluid
standing beside the car he just stole
from his ex-girlfriend
who slept with his best friend
but it's cool now

1 comment:

tracy said...

Wait. This is funny. A funny poem, I like what you're doing.

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