Mather Schneider, October 2013

I’D RATHER BE SHIT-TALKING ON FACEBOOK

Walking today in the park
109 degrees

sky like strychnine
my sweat burns my eyes

no breeze
I see a little dirty

white pick-up truck
with the sign on it:

“J P’s Air Conditioning
We’re Cool if You’re Cool.”

The driver sips a purple slurpy
in the shade of a mesquite tree

Mexican music from his radio
and the electric chirrup of a thousand cicadas…

I walk through a flock of pigeons
pecking in the grass

just to feel the wind from their wings.

Promote. Poetry.
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