By J.J. Tindall
Groovy Times
My favorite nanosecond every year
is the instant the goddam blowtorch breaks
and I can smell the first quarks of autumn.
The boiling blazes seem like forever
as they confound, conflate and constrict
from Memorial Day pretty much
through Lollapalooza.
You find yourself dazedly digging trenches
in your mind for a perpetual siege,
acceding to a scorched forever
and then the goddam blowtorch breaks.
Posted on August 11, 2012