Car doors closing
All houses here
Even some shared
A story about a summer of endless heat that spawns a midnight culture. Everyone lays up in the daytime, but it isn't strictly a vampire story.
It has the feel of secret summer loves
It's about children at the heart of it -- up at odd hours and living in an entire world alive at odd hours
The smell of 104 on the street today was the smell of putrefaction, I think
I don't cousin with putrefaction so often
What the hell is going on our there?
Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States
1 comments:
Your poem answers itself, doesn't it--or at least it tells what is happening here--a heat generated reversal to sleep through the putrefaction. Why putrefaction? who/what is rotting? Is there an out there?
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