HOTTER THAN HELL 2

I was walking cross town yesterday in the hundred degree heat and it hit me... IT"S FUCKING HOT! But I wasn't sweating... too apathetic to sweat. To tired to give a damn... I'm the only one on the street and it's strange... The homless people who usually litter 47th street have moved into Grand Central or over to the park... it maybe a concrete jungle, but there is no shade. It felt as if I were the master of New York... It felt safe. There was no wind and the only sound was the asphalt melting beneath my feet. Fire hydrants were opened to allow people to cool off, but the water was evaporating as quickly as it shot out into the street... boiling water shooting into the air, not having the energy to come back down. I fight the heat to the death, I will not back down... the sun will die out at sometime... My lip beads a little sweat, but somehow my shirt is still dry... It's amazing that if you don't care if you're hot you won't sweat...apathy... nature's air conditioning.

From the front porch she looked tall and beautiful.
From the back window we saw her crying, her lover sitting in the old tire swing.
Love's thorn had stuck her with the poison of despair.
Her black hair laid on the ground her back arched as she twisted and reeled.
From the back porch we smelled the sweet odor of perfume as the tears saturated the ground... she was all alone now... bawling into the hard earth. As she looked on from the tire... staring with lustless eyes.
From the front window we saw her drive away... despair behind the wheel... the poison had taken over her body as the souless shell lingered on the tire swing... dangling like a pendulum indifferent to motion... no passion to swing up or down... frozen here in the dark.


my muse: someone else...