Just Jacksonville Fog
It’s not symbolic, literary, London fog.
It’s not Sir Arthur Conan Doyle fog.
We’re talking about regular,
local, Duval fog.
It’s not hounds on the moor fog.
C’mon, I mean, it’s not like it’s even like
it’s Murders in the Rue Morgue fog.
It’s just literal, old
county fog.
The river is warmer
than the air and so on.
It’s all perfectly scientific
and deducible
and it ain’t even midnight.
I’m not saying
we shouldn’t be
on the safe side.
I wonder which side
is the safe side?
Oooh, good point, babe.
The side without
the werewolf under
the streetlight.
–December 23, 2017