hot summer days

i cant think of anything to write

but i will try

my soul has congealed in the heat

and city has gone to sleep like a panting dog

there was a spring

and there will be another

inbetween is the just the road

and the road is all there is

the stars come out one by one

i count as i wait for the wakefulness to pass

i pat my temptations to sleep

and lovingly kiss each one

the hours run out one by one

till soon, the night is done

thus, slipping tumbling, plodding on

i go on. and i try to become a better man