Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther Poet Prose

Heat Wave's Coldest Disposition

Coming out of a cold season 
Which I admire
Going into a warmer season
Causing me to perspire

But I do desire this warmer season
I claim and commit to spring 
Speaking  of a  seasonal  special  emotion
The next season  causes  me to  have

A melt down of considerable disposition
And  yes, cook an egg on the hood 
Of your car.  Even to hot to barbeque.
I'll  take that cue excuse me.  

I despise the season, SIZZLING 
SUMMER, when  cold lemonade is 
Worth more than a fifty dollar bill.
I'm liable to stick my head 

Inside of  a grocery store  freezer
As the store clerk says chill man its 
Not that bad.
Perspiration touching the eyeballs burning.

Hungry for the coldest winter, yearning for
A crystal clear tall glass of frigid  AIR!
there's a boiling point of  perspiration in creases
I never knew I had.

Where is the first  snow flake I'm wishing for?

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