thirty degree
shift as
texas mocks
my polar swing
unsure each
morning whether
i shall sit
shivering or
face a heatwave
as i tap out
the day’s ode
to insignificance

i fall into
the low pressure
numbness of
limp embrace
only for rounds
of manic ordinance
to explode each
evening as the
silence buries
me in the hum
of constant static

uncertainty is
the only commodity
in abundance as
the temperature
falls in sync
with the electrical
dissonance in my
chemically deficient
insolent sludge
sitting somewhere
between tears and
insane laughter
as the planes
rumble incessantly
teasing an escape
i can never afford


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