There
There upon the bank I sit bleary eyed and wonder how long I can handle the heat before the suffocation sets in and ruins my sadness with the stifling heat that who says men can't cry when I'm as "man" as the next guy yet I still cry for something I knew that could not be but hoped for regardless of the fact that the oppression of the heat and haze that leaves a film on my skin and fills my heart with unbreathable air and yet I know I could not survive the hustle of life and pressure but I tried so hard anyway only to get fucked over anyway by the A-types who live to win and I was left in the dust and the oppression of the sticky air and stench of a sweat soaked shirt as the heat-fear permeates my body and my being.
© 2001 thomas busbee