Air Conditioning Poems - Poems about Air Conditioning

my parents never liked air conditioning only turned it on for company not every summer day, maybe twice in August if it was over five hundred degrees outside both were Iowa farm kids used to the heat and being sweaty hard workers who cared little for luxury did not hold stock in fancy fussy things...

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when filling out an application in the companies office area, I feel like a popsicle in the air conditioning...

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The breeze of AC, the murmur of conversation, a hearty bustle. A cocoon built of gifts, fused by will. Comfort, warm touches, the caress of the past. A place to worship. A place to build, to return you with gifts of your own. I spurned your love and am sorry everyday. The constant flow of AC,...

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The shabby hotel rooms were dank and dour An indigent family blinked in the dark Too dull to see much at this wake-up hour The man of the family has such a bark. A new baby! How marvelous! An unthinking person said. But a new child in this family was just another to be fed We don’t need another mouth, mama...

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just take off a layer or walk around topless i am the archpriest eating sugar puffs i am the prelate eating bagels i am halfway in and halfway out the window the mother-in-law wants it off i am not for sale my successors are labouring like hercules the hidrosis is formulaic like glib one-liners "it's bad for the bones and you'll catch a cold" bring on the catarrh the indisposition the bogeys the...

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air conditioning never summer or winter nose on the window...

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