S.A. Gerber

Heat

(A Semi-Rant)

Like wearing a

wool suit in

a steam room.

Like holding your

hand over a

pot of boiling water.

Covered in perspiration,

upon stepping out

of a shower.

What’s the point,

You gotta’ say.

Humidity!

Mother Nature’s curse…

wrath, revenge even

Don’t remember it

this bad in L.A.

Watering lawns,

swimming pools,

marble fountains,

all contributing factors.

We whom call

the tune, must

pay the fiddler.

The desert, where

I dwelt for years,

is not humid.

Merely like a kiln!

A pizza oven!

Like living in

a volcano!

But, it’s “dry

heat” they say.

All things considered,

better an ocean

breeze, a cooler

full of beer, and

nice, cool thoughts.

Helter Swelter

The heat is stifling!

Record heat—

Unforgiving—

Unrelenting—

Suffocating!

Like sitting with a

permanent hot air

balloon over your head.

Triple digit temperature

and single digit humidity!

Like living in a kiln!

A blast furnace—

A pizza oven!

Almost sixteen years…

gets no easier.

 

Change of venue???

A cooler venue???

 

Martha’s Vineyard!

Maine—

Vermont—

Oregon—

Washington.

(I’ve been researching).

Anywhere…just so I can

read about this somewhere else.

If I am indeed paying penance

for sins committed…or yet

to be committed, then I believe

that I have served sufficient

time in this neon version of

Dante’s celebrated Inferno.

All is not yet hopeless.

Paradise is not yet lost, or

even out of reach.

Just a bit more research,

and a bunch more money.

The heat is on!

                Summer Upon Us

(In Vegas)

Summer is upon us—

 

Drops of sweat

dot my notebook,

Sunday by the pool;

‘Women’s Voices’ is

playing on KUNV…

(Nevada public radio.)

Beautiful blue Morning-

Glories on the wall,

will disappear by evening.

A sad picture

of transitory beauty.

Temperature is 100 something.

Gulping ‘Aquafina’ as if

it was ‘Miller Lite’.

A phone call…

(Eugenie is back from Europe.

He took a picture of

Franz Kaffka’s house,

somewhere in the former

Czech Republic, just for me.)

A refreshing plunge in my

own cool blue body of water.

(The drops now dotting my

notebook contain chlorine.)

‘Patchwork’, (another KUNV

Sunday show staple), now plays.

Very peaceful my backyard

oasis of a Sunday afternoon.

I swim naked, ignoring the phone.

The stray neighborhood cats

visit now for their noon meal.

They are hardly an intrusion.

Neither are the distant chimes

of an ice cream truck…

only further confirmation that—

 

summer is indeed upon us.