*between monsoons*
...
it's hot again
and the sun is out like an angry god
(damn you, kneel, sit, beg!)
if the sun is a god, then the AC is jesus
and you cower in the circle of cooler air
but jesus has his price too-
and nobody wants to pay the $135 per month salvation bill.
but all this dosen't apply to me
cause my jesus has been dead all week.
...
so i sweat and I grasp
at the memories of paradise
of that storm last weekend
...
the ice shavings have long ago evaporated
leaving ghosts behind
the mineral deposits spot the kitchen floor