A little poetry

Humidity and Mild Depression

Clouds like concrete entomb
this city in cancerous smog.
Milky skies face milky sidewalks.
A death step futility march carries them
to the relentless morning grind

and pulverizes
the salaried meat onto trains and subways.
Japan’s season of the furnace roasts
the un-acclimated and un-air conditioned.
My angry annoyance walks in step with
the rising Celsius.
Today I am the King of the Blackest Moods.