It's a heat wave in the city!
The yellow orb scorches our skin
We sweat and shed
Rinse and repeat

...Inside a little tin box, warped wooden panels accent clouded
Windows painted shut.
A thirteen inch TV projects a fuzzy muffled televangelist
Preaching your sins will be washed away by purchasing
A vial of his miracle water...a refreshing drink for a heathen
Too late to see it.

Cigarette embers swirl around a box fan vortex;
A tornado of cancer wreaking havoc on nobody...
The only thing sweating in this secondhand shack is three
Aluminum cans half full of unfulfilled promises and fully empty of
Future dreams.

A lone empty shell of a .357 lays wedged between the side of a
Melting freezer and a pantry of dust...
Today, one man found an escape from the undying heat,
Dying,
And calling his own forecast of scattered red showers
With a chance of pouring brain.

Stay cool.