a cool deluge
after months filled
with interminable heat
as the temperature
falls into autumn
with the help of
a tropical depression

perhaps this is
the crux of my own
particular issues
maybe a midwestern
depression doesn’t
carry the same weight
with which to change
the doldrums of summer
into a better climate

an open smile along
with a razored tongue
doesn’t usher in any
semblance of reprieve
it requires a more
torrential temperament
circling the same two
poles doesn’t truly offer

how many times have i
sat through the same storm
pummeled by the same
panic stricken precipitation
not recognizing the turgid
recycling of tentative rain
rewashing my soul in sin

hell isn’t the constant torture
it is the moments of reprieve
those tangents of peace
where boredom burrowed