Humidity and Mild Depression

Humidity and Mild Depression

Clouds like concrete entomb

this city in cancerous smog.

Milky skies face milky sidewalks.

A death step futility march

carries them

to the relentless morning grind

and pulverizes

the salaried meat onto trains and subways.

Japan’s season of the furnace roasts

the unacclimated and un-air conditioned.

My angry annoyance walks in step with

the rising Celsius.

Today I am the King of the Blackest Moods.