idle humidity

8/27/18 10:35Pm

where do you find yourself

on balmy sunday nights

when the grass has been cut 

and it hangs in air like low fog

of glistening green

i find myself sitting

looking out over the lake

as urban deer stare at me 

not working

i can’t believe i’m being paid

to sit here and read kerouac

i cried,  before shoving corned beef

down my throat

that’s not what they pay for

you’re a janitor, wearing rags

though i still feel like a king

among the many dumpsters

waste is a theme

around my hometown

and it seems people excel

wings, riptide, dry rub

and humidity all night long