Didnt feel like writing rappity rap verses, so I wrote a poem. Boom! Parking lot tundras, and sidewalk glaciers, give way to each encroaching rays of globally warmed sunshine. A theory, a concept, a conspiracy, science? Maybe it’s just Winter shifting to Spring. The rays float on, Creating a current for cigarette butts and styrofoam cups to float aimlessly amidst an oily, salt ridden sea. Memories of bitter cold fade in the rain soaked days that blossom into flowers. Flowers that blossom sneezes and runny noses that drip Kleenex’s and empty Claritin packets into our streets. Soon enough the heat arrives. If you can’t handle it get out of the kitchen they say. Hell’s kitchen of air conditioner units and cars that run just so we can be cold again. Cooking recipes of freon and other notions of environmental catastrophes that we read on a far off page in the paper. The newspaper that crinkles under a sleeping homeless wife who fell off the wagon, losing her family and job. She too fell like the leaves that will soon turn yellow and orange like her skin. Her skin that will one day fall cold, to eternal winter.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 03:52:22 +0000
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