july always

that great june light

that throats summer into a call

of plants gobbling and bugs that coo

only for a ravenous month

and mouth that’ll ruin the harvest in fall

but now rests among the wave of yellow

that sees me aiming for another planet

with my piss

drunk and hollering that i’ll water the universe

with life that can waste itself happy

because alcohol is a diuretic and i

am an alcoholic with too much water anyways

until i freeze solid in hushed august

wondering what to do next

and when june will come again

though i am sure it is soon

but never soon enough

closing my eyes into

darkness that never leaves

from a universe that is never finished

no matter if i pee being

*

the future is a fiend

a thief of today

a scoundrel masquerading in now

and mostly no no

there are things to do

tomorrow