This Heat------

Boiling in this skin.
Peeling off layers and layers
Of dead cells
As it pours
Pours
Pours
Down sweat.
Sweat spiked with whiskey,
Sweat spiked with pain.

A hot mess box
To remember,
As spillage veers near,
And rattling records
Bind the mind
In sharp guitar-stringed solos.
Boiling in this life.
A thick cover of strife
And bubbling bumpy callouses.
So much left to do.
So much to let through.
A whole day; wasted.
T.V. screen is playing with my mind
To become
Toxic, methitropic mush.
How can it re-hash and re-create
Into a blooming unique of grey matter?
Boiling in this room,
Basking in the disappeared hot-headed sun.
This heat,
Inside and out,
Swims in its own
stinky sour green vomit.
Neon green,
Alive and pulsing.