HeatwaveA Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen
Melting morosely, my city mumbles
in speech bubble increduility Offended by God's failure to turn the bloody Oven off The blue sky of belched out carbon concentrates the wretched rays Daggers of light ignite the windows the walls The "I'm done with it Alls" Deck chair weather Dress code teathers you up in suit and tie Homeworking, sweaty gherkin Trying to focus on a spreadsheet While the walking legs of wonderful maidens provide potent distraction... craving interaction But I'm staying inside Better that than being baked alive
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1 Review Added on July 18, 2022 Last Updated on July 18, 2022 AuthorThomas Emile VaughenFloating around the north of England, United KingdomAboutSometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [@cperil.bsky.soci.. more.. |

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