A gazillion dryers
are melting my head.
I have such dread
when I want to be higher
in the cool air
way up there
in the stratosphere.
This I fear
will take me away
today.
Wait, its hotter near the sun,
I mean, where's the fun
in that.
Imagine what
that Greek dude
(a simple prude)
did with wings of wax.
Did he flap
them around too much
or was he just out of touch?
I need something cool
as the start of school
is about to begin.
Wait, I'm not in
that scene
anymore more, in between
the living and the dead
within my simpleton head,
from all the hair dryers
that aspire
to be roasting,
toasting and yet boasting
as they fry my head.
I'll just hop into bed.
Somehow my beach
still remains out of reach.

08/10/2010

Author's Note: ... it has been so insufferably hot here as of late...

Posted on 08/11/2010
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