92 Degrees

The day drags by like a wounded animal

The approaching disease, 92 degrees

The blood in 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 thoughts 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 writhes and bites within

Just below the sweating skin

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

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 thoughts invade each person

Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit degrees