heat island

 

It always gets so late
In the day day day
Late late late
On this unimportant date
Blink once twice and I missed it
Blinding speeding rate
Wearing down the weather-worn
Can’t find the pearly gate
Misguided indirections
An angel lost, he sings
The map says it is so:
Purgatory brings
A basket of Belial
Cornucopious,
Of sour grapes and dry mouth
Looks like the Devil went down South
I find myself in an orchard of pairs:
Of humming fruit, dopamine, and an endless set of stairs…