Made To Cry

I remember them
the days fit up over
each other cold
the cold ones we begged for

so when summer crept out
like at five in the afternoon
after having watched
a ton of movies
we grew sick with cold
and felt sorry regret same as we
burned sick in Texas heat and
below sea level trouble

the city we call town
small town
hidden bodies, though

is a city problem
and there are a lot of trendy faker kids

once when we fought
you tried to stack me up with them
but there
is no real fit

it is getting cold
I’m still
jumping on
the long board
going for a six pack
then another six pack

we break from work
take breaks
but talk about what
troubles us about
just who are these people
at our jobs?
we get stacked up
with them despite our wishes

well check this out—
I land a trick
the same trick
I landed in ’86
a little rusty now
my feet cold
but I couldn’t write
a lick back then so really
you do have to keep
these things in ‘spect

you remember what
that cold was all about?
it’s back again
it will get you set up

our town better known for
being singed
any snowfall
is snatched up by
the heat of a leaf and
made to cry

Categorized as Poetry

By bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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