92 DEGREES


The day drags by like a wounded animal 
The approaching disease, 92 degrees 
The blood oin our veins and the brains in our head 
The approaching unease, 92 degrees 

Long ago in the headlines, they noticed it too 
But too late for the loved ones and nearly for you ..... 

Shaky lines on the horizon 
Snakey lines invade each person 
Watch the red line creeping upwards 
Watch the sanity line weaken 
The volcanic depths of Hades' ocean 
Bubble under, these crazed eruptions 
It wriggles and wrythes and bites within, 
Just below the sweating sun 

I wondered when this would happen again 
Now I watch the red line, reach that number again 
The blood in our veins and the brains in our head ..... 

Drink the water with jagged glass 
Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth 
Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees 

Shaky lines on the horizon 
Snakey lines invade each person 
Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees 

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