Barometric saraband: triple-time dance of the thermometer, heat
palpitations.
You fumble for meaning in sweat & inevitability; damp sheets,
inexhaustible sheep & sleep
is a backwards counting of cloven-hoofed creatures & mistakes. (Beguile
the night with
a litany of un-shuteye woes & weather-done-wrong-bys . . . confess
confess confess . . .)
Drought-resignation (litmus-inertia). A spin spin spin cycle of thermal
blankets & hot wash
without water (every faucette tapped-dry and misspelled out of the
picture).
A blight on the cursed calendar! A curse on those out-of-this-world dogs!
~~~
Unyielding heat. The sun is bloodhound-determined, a relentless badger.
And you . . .
you've lost the will to refrigerate. The last cool shelter now more remote
than Kairo (the sky
has stifled you with paradox & foreign spellings): Amygdala, amygdala . . .
The dogs above angry but you float indifference, a triple-time cloud of
almond
& seashore. Brain-sultry; rain-watery sun. Amygdala, amygdala. A
barometric saraband.
