Toothpaste Man

A passionate man has an idea.
It swells inside him, filling him,
pushing out his thoughts,
like toothpaste from his ears.
He tosses and turns
unable to sleep
unable to think
of anything
but the idea.

A mosquito, true southern ninja,
phantom of the humidity, sneaks a bite on his leg.
A minute later he notices the itch,
and if it weren’t for the idea he’d probably be bothered.

Outside in the heat, a woman wanders the apartments.
She yammers with mean sarcasm into her phone.
Her free hand up in the air as if to show her phone partner
She’s confused.

The noise might’ve bothered the man if it weren’t
For the damned idea. Can’t it give him some peace?

The thumping bass line of bad R&B echoes from
A parking lot across the street. The driver lost his brother
And his father before he was in high school
and is confident he’ll sleep with the bartender tonight.

But the toothpaste man will not be sleeping in any way
because a sick rabbit can’t hear the snake rustle the grass nor can
a bored people remember their God as he cries for them.

It's So Hot Outside

It’s so hot outside.
Things wouldn’t be so tough,
and I might not have lied,
if It wasn’t so damn hot outside.

Our team might have won,
we’d of probably had fun,
if only the clouds would’ve helped us
by covering the sun

It makes a fella want to run.
It makes a fella want to hide,
but it’s just too damn hot outside.