the heat is on

the heat is on

A Poem by keith
"

warming sweating burning outta control

"
the
heat is on





dusty rusty jukebox of darkened corner
soft spoken at times
overly loud as opportunity allowed
ripped window screens
gave way for pesky invasions
to egress freely 



poorly hidden ever present watchful eye
surveyed its scope of designated 
purposefully targeted zones
the heat is on!






the day ... tuesday or so 
or maybe not


hot tepid humiliatingly humid
upper tropics 
lower levels 1 - 5
provided scarce relief
although shadowy
ever present discomfort 




nickel drops 
mechanics engage
live studio hiss of 
pressed vinyl shared
the message embedded within
the heat is on!






'there she sits at the table
looking down to the label
of the bottle she just drank dry
while the tears of her eye
the lack of stars in the sky
let her know
she's the next one in line'


'oh senorita muy bonita
you are the taco of my dream
your enchilada
your avocado
keep my guacamole green'


EVERTBODY!


'hey hey ho hoe 
me you a go go'
the sky is green the waters ain't so ... ;
the heat is on!


ssssccccrrreeeeeeeeechhhhh!

the loss 
another long playing stereophonic
gem of the past

long playing stereophonic sound

high fidelity stereophonic
noise

the heat is on






damages done when the wall exploded inward
all because the proud bow announcing
untimely arrival and sudden docking of
'the good ship lolli-pop' 
rusted red quickly painted
broad scale imperfect scribble
making known ... we have arrived!
the heat is on!





'it is here we make claim
to that already lived upon
by indigenous peoples
as our own from this day forward'

'period!'

'stand and challenge
ye shall be silenced
slither away as snake in the grass
ye shall be rendered unto halves
by mighty swords of conquest'

the heat is on!


'we are the champions of the world!'

so begins the limited number 
of days
of nights to come

--------------------------------



you have entered 
la zona rojo! 
boys town fame!
border town w***e districts
down dusty potholed secondary roads
bright neon signs 
cerveza frio 
24/7
playground of the young
dumb
full of cum college boys
on friday night ventures 
in quest of carnal knowledge
costing small penance 
for whoring drinking lying



young white boys

what would the mothers think?
the heat is on!


peaceoutamigos!







David Bromberg - Danger Man - 4/17/1976 - Capitol Theatre 



















© 2023 keith


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