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Machetes
by V. BlakeI bought some machetes
I've got to cut some holes in this goddamn heat
If I ever want to breathe again
But I can hardly lift my arms
Beneath the weight of this goddamn air
To swing the fuckers fast enough. 08/18/2009 Author's Note: Yesterday it was 93 degrees and 52% humidity. Today it's 90, and 65%. I want to die.
Posted on 08/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/18/09 at 05:45 PM Not the happy morning poem I was in the mood for, lol, but descriptive!!! I can feel it, thick like a stifling blanket. Find a mall with a library!! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/24/15 at 11:30 PM I adore this! My favorite of yours so far.
I miss my machete. |
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