sidewalk skirmish

black asphalt tarring my lungs; bad news.

burning (melting) the rubber

of my soles (souls).

a bead of sweat fleeing

the confines

of your temple; like it's own tributary.

painfully blue skies

scorching my hair hot, peeling my


bottle this hour up;

come depression, hold it to

your nose and


Ehh...not my favourite, but whatever. Reviews?