it was summer
roger kyle-keith
It was too hot to breathe
so I sucked short bursts
like a cnacer victim on oxygen or
a salt-and-pepper graying man
gringing into little girls
“the youngerthe better” cries
the headlines though why a
budding teenager would allow
the crushing and heaving of a
fat executive was never explained
and the charges were dropped the
snickerings and titterings will
follow forever where the
once-proud begs for employ at
a fraction of previous income
around the maypole with a new
wife liek the bent metal fan
I stick my face to that
throws illusion with no real
relief but it does flutter
the newspaper and turns the
page so I’ll sit here sucking
on fire and wondering why they
had to be so young.
