I wrote this one in the summer.

ROCKET MEN

Shivers shake my shallow shadows
Quivering like spent bows and arrows
Within me yawns divine exhaustion
Gaping to fill with man's opinion

Broilers bake this borrowed boredom
Golden crisp and hollow whoredom
Piping hot steam mists the windows
Camouflaging how the hearth glows

Tremors take my toppling towers
Trembling heart beats last for hours
So this is how my story hollers
With highjacked highs and persistent ballers.