September shoves itself rudely
into our faces
and screams something about school being healthy
as it sneezes ragweed all over us
and chews loudly on the remains of our freedom
with its mouth open


Feels Like 45̊C

Curse you
mystical penguin of humidity
for ridiculously deciding
to make the temperature feel
twelve degrees hotter
than it actually is

September should be a time of falling leaves
and brisk breezes
and visiting Australians shivering in down-filled coats
as Canadians laugh in their shirt sleeves
and eat ice cream

Go away
mystical penguin
and please
take the blasted humidity with you


Good lord
that owl is still staring at me
that photographed owl
eternally sitting
on the tree branch

I wish it were a space owl
in fact
I wish everything were a space owl
an owl
in space

That way
I wouldn’t have to go back
to work
in September