Heat Stroke


Damn it all.
This is driving me mad.
Like dogs and Englishmen
under the broiling summer sun.

I do not enjoy summer.
Slow shimmering burn
of your clingy moist heat.

I do not enjoy simmering cremation.
The rancid smell of my sweat oozing
between bodily cracks and crevices.

Clearly I am no Sam McGee for
I truly believe:
It is much nicer to have ice
in my boots and toes.

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