Poem 972 – It’s Hot

It’s hot.So hot that I’ve started to melt. I find myself dreaming ofa long refreshing drink,hallucinating visionsof a pint; can you see it? And so, upon returninghome, I find I aminevitably pouring myself… …onto the sofa and leakingabsolutely everywhere.It’s hot, so very, veryhot. It’s been a tad warm in the foodbank warehouse this week…(14.08.26) © … Continue reading Poem 972 – It’s Hot