John Grochalski

just another summer

psycho kids
howl on bicycles

melting 
on the hot pavement

as the dumb faced mob
heads for the beach

while i sit here
at forty-eight

sweltering and enveloped
in my own budding irrelevance 

nothing but
a shitting
eating
sleeping
bag of meat
bones
and water

faded glory
and missed opportunity

my belly hanging
over my belt

looking up 
into the pale sky

praying for the
merciless sun

to go ahead

and 
just
die.