daytime fireworks

was tempted outside by thunder
2 feet away, the crack kind that would
blind you just a li'l closer outside.
we need the rain here, this spot.
even the weedilia is drooping, face
 dealing with county jail calls
coming or going it's hard to connect,
defeated again, another day in the heat.

sun's super hot behind cotton puff skies.
sahara dust finally swept away, still
the animorphic gas refuses to give-
even blackened by lightning. this
is when golfers get hit. no rain no pain
is the stoic mantra, but they hold rods
in their hands and swing. the flash
doesn't announce, faster than boom.

the weather's safe, they say. until
the contrails start conversing. criss crossed
behind a poodle nodding to olive oyle,
the tale is hashtagged believable. un
believable. gas solidifies in the cold.
vapor is a solid you can walk thru.

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the cell is nacreous. daytime, nightime
he just told you, flat out, you're staying.
you admit you used. you're a user.
need a butterfly effect = match
mattress, mess. not even a vape for escape.
they don't want you to die in here
but they don/t care if you do.


)


dear, my dear.
no i will not bail you out. look at where
your decisions have led you. not even 40
to get released. not even. four months
ago you had thousands in the bank, enough
to pay your release 100 times over.
where are your fair friends now, huggin a pipe.
they don't know where you are and it scares them.
but one thing's for sure. second chances are
only got one time. dependent on how  much
you can take.









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yesterday i swept the porch
today the cat needs petting.
dead fur flying in the wind
gathers at the screen door
reaching for the outside.
my phone pings with pics
of fireworks signalling freedom
signalling all the places
we left behind on a gamble.