southern summer by railroad tracks with a book

the evening is coming
and though the sun
will stop throwing
flesh searing radiation
it'll still be muggy as hell

but the southern summer's
good
for a slippery fuck

i'm sitting by the railroad tracks
with questions
wishing i had no desire
to know the answers
wishing i had never thought up
the questions in the first place

i try to forget myself
in the hum of life
around me
it plays loud
like an orchestra drunk
but
deft