Hot Summer Nights - A poem

I wake up every night

Hot

Hot from the summer nights

Sweating, sweat dripping down my face

Like the condensation from bottled water as it heats up

3 am

4 am

Every night the same time

I have to stand in front of the freezer sometimes

It doesn’t matter if I sleep in the nude or not

I put the fan right in front of my face

Throw the sheets off

Rotate my pillows in search of the coolest one

Drink a glass of ice water

Anything to deal with the heat

During these hot summer nights there are so many

Words

Words are plaguing me from the moment I open my eyes

The words radiate the heat, like steam from boiled water

The bubbles are the words, rising to the surface of my body

As the sweat drips down, it’s the words leaking from

My mind

I’m creating stories, movies, screenplays any and everything

During these hot summer nights

Then I don’t want to go to sleep, until I finish the story

In my mind

Every single last word must go through my mind before

I can close my eyes again

I don’t want to forget anything in the morning

Not a single word

Every night during the hot summer

I wake up

With words leaking out

And I wonder where these words are during the day

I can’t think of anything after 12pm

I have to start writing in the morning or else I’m doomed until the next summer night heat wave that rolls through my body like a rolling earthquake