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May 2014
too lazy
too hot
can't think

heat expands air
ballooning our heads
double in size

the sun peppers the ground
so we wouldn't taste our footprints
on our eggs on the sidewalk

they say - no, they scream - the end is near
i'm not sure about that but i think hell had a gas leak
or does god want to bake his people into fresh gingerbread?
god, it's hot in here.
Kurt Kanawa
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Kurt Kanawa  Living Inside of My Head
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