Summer strolls through my windows
Redoles with Maillard
Cracks and pops
Slow roast over compressed char wafting
Heat means
Cooking raw meat while we wear
Skin in the lazy sun gone orange
This is a good time
For legs of all sorts
Flesh slowly browning all around
My every sense devours
I watched my friend
As he danced romance’s dance with
Someone new
This weekend
And I feel for him
Pride and joy
But I also envy him a freedom I don’t feel
If you can create, you have an obligation to do so
No, I don’t care if “everything ends”, I don’t even care
You are still required to go out screaming
Defiant
Beating your fists into bloody stumps against the Second Law
