Ode to A/C

You save me from the burning depths of Hell

From life in the Inferno oh so cruel

Embracing me in your arms, clean and cool

If not for you, in misery I'd dwell

But you surround me like an autumn breeze

Though better for your constancy and speed

So loyal, you are never to recede

My love for you keeps rising by degrees

Though some claim you are frigid, find you chilling

You've healing powers to which I avow

The remedy to soothe my fevered brow

What 'ere you ask of me, you'll find me willing

Through August depths you answer all my prayers
I love you, and I'll always put on airs!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge:Ode to the Quotidien

Summer Is the Devil's Friend

I open the door
The devil belches in my face
His hellish breath,
hot, sticky, fetid,
envelopes my body in a
sickening slurry
I detect the stench of his perfume
Notes of decay
and dog shit
drift together in the thick air
I want to leave
but there is nowhere to go
I search my conscience for sin
What mistake put me in
Satan’s lab?
There is no rest
Every second,
every breath
translated from stagnant soup
to air, barely usable
Every step
stuck to the scorching concrete
like gum stuck on soles
of blistering feet.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations w/ Margaret, Dog Days of Summer
and The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 117