its not the heat, its the humility

the mercury rose to a sweltering seventy degrees today
sunshine all day with less than twelve clouds
and i missed it


working overnights to conform
to some bigwigs idea of what his cash calf should look like
fuckin germans
theyre like canadians without the drunken sense of humor


you wait for summer to come
for months you sit inside and freeze and wait
occasionally you laugh at the snow
and end up on tv for it


and then it comes
and passes just as quickly
like a may suntan
here today
gone tomorrow


and you miss it
all to make money
for a family that could stand to make less
all so i can feed the dog
and launder after the cat


and such is life
work to make someone else more money than you
while you piss away
the only summer days of your life