Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Heat Lightning

Heat Lightning by Dee Shark

maybe I’ll head home and flip
through a few pages in some book

until the words become heavy, and
the page number is lost until morning.

eyes closed, breath metered, watching
visions of emotion. blue skies

turning to orange, flashing pink. im
craning my neck in this deep sleep. the

heat of the summer boiling, builds
perspiration, only to be cooled, wicked

away. the wind turns with the grass,
distorting the curvature of the landscape.

and by some nearby town, a thunderstorm
passes above, flickering, highlighting the

vanishing point. mountains like ant hills.
distant townships nestled like model

villages. there, windows glow with the
most perfect shade of amber, while people,

contented, sit by the window after
dinner, watching the light, heat lightning.

watching the light heat lightning
sit by the window after dinner, contented
while people the most perfect shade of amber
glow

there, villages with windows
nestled like distant model townships
ant hills like mountains
highlighting the vanishing point

flickering, a thunderstorm passes above
by some nearby town and
the curvature of the landscape distorting the grass
with the wind
turns away
wicked only to be cooled

perspiration builds the heat of summer boiling
the deep sleep craning my neck in this
flashing pink

im turning to orange blue skies
visions of emotion watching
breath metered, eyes closed
and lost until morning

the page number is heavy
the words become some book
until a few pages in
flip through
and I’ll head home
maybe

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