Now the skies have turned amber
Due to the burning fields, near
The rise of cunning termites
Is at peak, this time of the year

The bumpy clouds have gathered
But there is no sign of rain
The elnino has spread wide
Wrapping wrath in pain

The greenery has shaded
The temperature rising each day
The cool air has waded
Animals dying everyday

Sweat, fills under my sucken eyes
Humidity on troll these days
Birds peek to drink water,
Trying to cool themselves in some ways...


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A full moon illuminates our oblivious escape.
The incandescent devil ignites our narrow path  and pilots our parcel's placement terrorizing earth's landscape.

"I'll give you $180 for your wrist watch."

"You animal, this was my grandfather's Timex, I'll take $360 and a barter."

"$240, take it or leave it!"

The moon meanders for a moment, to contemplate whether to turn a full or half cycle. She settles on a little more than half a turn.

"Fine, I'll take $240, but you're gonna lose a few months."

"Deal! Tell January, November and December to *******."

"Sold! Haha, you sucker, those cubes have been melting for decades anyways."

What luxury to get mad
about last night's basketball loss
and watch the full moon descending
at the speed the earth turns.

Things could get worse
personally and for the community.
Bombings, killings, anomie
boiling frogs and witches cursing.

The changing climate,
typhoons in the Philippines,
volcanoes and tsunamis, WWII which I missed,
Thanksgiving nor'easter, Easter twister.

What abundance to fast or feast,
your choice, stay inside by the stove
or go outside, climb the mountainside.
Live in a city or small town.

So I raged at the coaches
for their lazy zone defense
like an alien in the bleachers
unable to affect the outcome.

When my sons came home
I yelled at them too. What opulence
to be angry about nothing of consequence
neither stopped by the cops nor slipped on the ice.