Rocky Lagou

Solstice and The Christ

I wheeze in these dog days.

Orange neon lights flicker across my blurry eyes –

I’m dumbed by these whirling horses,

That chip and flake in drab mahogany.

The burning days linger a little longer –

I feel my clothes sticking to my skin.

The light of Him that rode a mere donkey –

Makes me contemplate my sin.