hot – Kevin Trent Boswell

Deserts

Sweat fire

Thermometer glowing
Like an arc welder’s bead

Rack ‘em up, and
Break one hundred

Fifteen 8 balls on the table

Ninety-nine bottles of
Fahrenheit on the wall,
Thirty-seven bottles of Celsius
If none of that mercury
Should happen to fall,
Doom and extinction,
Us, will befall

Nuclear fusion in the skull

[Crawls into a cave and collapses.]