Sunburn Afternoon

A sonnet for the sun and global warming and those slow days that drag by so badly it literally hurts.

Mystified, sweating, I ponder this life.

Its all melting under this afternoon,

So intense, like a billion watt bulb,

screwed in a socket that needs just sixty,

It appears we are all cooking, squirming

under a heat lamp, waiting to be served,

browning in sloth, and bathing in garbage,

and it appears, in this life, our afternoon

is harshly upon us, and a demon's

handshake has brought us to a doomsday's sunset.