Twilight Heat

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Heat makes you do things.
Makes you stay out past sunset,
pounding the basketball against
steamy pavement
trying to beat twilight’s defense.
Makes little girl do the splits
on barely-cooling-off cement.
It gathers the homies to drink
under a big shady tree
building a pyramid of empties.
It’s Sunday, doesn't matter
if work awaits in the morning,
gotta quench that thirst.
The heat got the best of 'em, bro'. 

Heat, it’s passion in your guts
hot as an habanero
bursting out into “Spiderman” layups,
or dripping and dipping on warm iron bars,
like the young dude doing pull-up after pull-up.
Pull-ups give young dude
Ironman chest.
Sweat. Heat makes me sweat
I’m feeling under your gaze
“Chocolate Bar stomach”
look away, Mamma hawk
not hunting tonight.
As you were! Dipping away,
I’ll see you in my dreams
wet, shinny, flexing
pecks and biceps proudly
like some urban Aztec god
bobbing your head to the sound
of your workout routine.

Heat can make you
lose it if you let it.
Short circuit of the brain
old  wiring
can only give so much juice
can’t process the requests
and shuts down.
Leaving you in darkness
alone with your hot head.
So hot you see white
but doesn’t feel
like a walk in the clouds.
Washed over with tears
as you talk yourself off
sabotage bridge.
Get your ass up!
Crack that window open
bust that shit wide.
Come back from the future!
Refuse to die, to fizzle out
got the rockets red flare
of my nostrils
and heart working on overdrive
to prove it.
Pumping, pumping, pumping
cyclist legs,
pumping, pumping, pumping
urban Aztec god.
Pumping- burning away the toxicity.
Got my room looking like the 1800’s
Industrial dark, darker than dark
as my carbon footprint balloons.
Not just wasted resources
DiRTeee energy.
Angry, silenced, recycled
In-HER-Chi
cutting the bullshit out
much rather fertilize.

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