Can't buy a post card at a bar

Christ,

he's been bombarded by three,

barraged by accusations of impropriety.

Nine days to

lay, find, sleep,

C

O

L

L

A

P

S

E ,

hunt for masked charms in all that dust.

august offers

"here, smell this..."

the heat rose up like a sugar fire

the heat came out and punched my rights

hairless and pink

soft, and juicy on the

inside