Amble down the sidewalk
If it's a thousand degrees
You'd never even blink
Freelance stroller
Flash past swealtering
Crowds of milling
Disheartened masses
Slid past goggling girls
Smooth icecube
Salvation's dispensor
Looms like an in-law

The ghost of yesterday's paycheck
Hangs hollow in your hand
Your final tie to the world
A golden glimmer of earth
Becons the silken shimmer
Of anomalous cool
Tinned arctic pleasure
And your shadow evaporates