damn hot.

[iamchrisadams]

the heat sets into
the drunken land
like a hook into your stomach
or a thorn into your hand
your eyes are a swollen sea
that's red and open wide
and the sun is an oven coil
beneath a pot with the sea inside
half-cooked eyes drop rain like a sink
that swirls and disappears down into the heat
you stumble and sense a weight on your head
you turn, but the streets evaporate instead