The sun beats down and the fills the air with hell
and heat rises, filling every pore, filling every molecule
of being until lit with fire the sun engulfs the body.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
The sun beats down and the fills the air with hell
and heat rises, filling every pore, filling every molecule
of being until lit with fire the sun engulfs the body.