Bye bye Junebuggggg

All of the monsters come in the afternoon
during that week or two near end of July
or the start of August where temperatures rise
consistently above one hundred degrees.

All of the monsters come in the afternoon
when the loud fireworks have since come and gone.
The fan counts time by little relief offered
aid of which the clock has none to offer now.

The TV turned into a gaudy prophet
and showered sweat all over my hot sore skin.
It was so bright outside that it was pitch black.
All of the monsters came in the afternoon.

God eyed the sun too long. Burnt his retinas.
He blew the curtains and trees till they sordid wept
wet like an orgasm, or a funeral.
All of the monsters came in the afternoon.

A kid on our block fell off of his bike at
4PM and we never saw him again

Things were shifting, tectonic plates of madness.
Stars were exploding all day long. Nobody
saw them. Unholy mirage made it under
front door. Nitrous gas from the nightmare dentist.

He made me drool scared. I saw him standing there
by the door and he looked like how people are
not supposed to. A body of water
shaking, quaking, mistaking me for the prey,
I could do nothing
so I spit into the vast sea
with tears of epilepsy.