Bromidic Heat
By Darshan Pillay

Nothing but crickets
Nothing but chirps, anything would
Be better, better than this
They make the noise with their legs
The sound tastes like biting into a lemon
Sour, having an acidic taste, like that
Of vinegar, lemon juice etc.
Below standard, poor
Harsh in spirit of temper
Touchy, apt to take offence on
Slight provocation
I’m touchy about being told who to be
Tinder, any dry substance that readily
Takes fire from a spark
The heat is here for that cool cat, who
Won’t become a square
And won’t cut his moptop
The heat were always bogarting
Cool cats don’t care for dough
Everything is bromidic