And skin turned sandpaper smooth (a poem)

A long day, following a mostly sleepless night. This is what I have for today…

Red sun
grey sky
red light all afternoon
smoke gets in your eyes
ash after ash drifts in on the breeze

Yellow sunrise
red noon
orange afternoon
smoke still gets in your eyes
in that exhale, the sound of a slight wheeze

These are times
that would try men’s souls
if they were ‘man enough’
to venture outdoors
But the air-quality report
advises staying in
avoiding strenuous activity
and keeping windows closed

Sleep
sleep in
tomorrow nothing’s going on
only the end of the world as we know it
chased by a big hunk of camembert cheese

(5 September 2017)

 

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