heat | a poem in my pocket

in your recipe for spousal stew

will you

even notice i’m on a slow burn?

please turn

me over so that i will brown

(heat down)

lightly and evenly all around

i’ve begun to sweat

broiled into a fret

will you please turn the heat down?!

Linking to dVerse Poets where we’re invited to write an “ovillejo” or tight little bundle (of yarn), which is untangled in the final line…

Lost Moments 2012
artwork by Nick Gentry

it was the hot summer of ’59

the heat dragged on and on;

migrants sweated in the fields,

youth rumbled in parking lots

after cruising’ saturday night.

bobby left me for a prettier girl

but i didn’t care; i’d have a

smoke, quick slick a rat tail

comb thru my cropped hair

and find me a better boy,

one who really understood

what was inside me, yeah.

for sharing his artistic inspiration with d’Verse poets today.

a poem in my pocket