Driving to work on a hot, September day |
| Mercury charges a slap of air insults my face stiff and unyielding like a smothering blanket The day swaddles me, breathless The road attracts, it draws me over hills and curves the climbs are tortuous strong as urges of A sultry summer A sudden sky bursts plasters fire to the asphalt with slick and sweet decay pulled from tree limbs The wind won't wait for October The car is airborne does not tread asphalt the brakes may not apply suspended above the hotplate In this fiery September The clouds launch a spray of bullets that purge the scorched road oily steam rises thick in my nostrils smells like the heat of Lovers in collision |