This heat, confrontational;
chips carried on shoulder.
Never breathe, think,
speak, drink till closer
bringing itself in you.
Addictions begin to
blossom. Whore house
posse; optics lopping.
Spun room; coughing.
Hid moon. Tossing.
Tapping out.
Breaking slumber.
Sorely easing liquid
thunder-bound com-
pulsion. Revoltin’.
Guitar strings pulsing.
Night air, sultry.
Looks insult me.
Leaving softly.
Letting down.
Perched on head,
sits white crown.
Silence sat.
Heat subsides.
Moon arriving
just in time.
Witness man
sin conviction
strumming mind;
dereliction.
Truth be told,
heat's not real.

In conscious devil;
the false men kneel.