Poetry Thursday: Air-cooled, for your enjoyment

105F in the shade shrinkage is great, I'll be the first to admit it.

go in with scrambled brains a hard little heart and a farkakte compass

come out five years later with a passing chance of not passing your shit on to the next generation.

on the other hand...

sometimes an ink blot is just an ink blot

a bad dream is just too many tortilla chips

and a complete inability to get things done is just




or maybe too little air-conditioning.

at least, that's what my shrink says...

xxx c

Photo by Esteban Cavrico via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license