01 Shit On A Dry Tongue
02 Extroverts
03 American Sex Dump

Smear face hunched on a curb, caging hits. No guts just lips, Shit On A Dry Tongue. My ear bleeding for days now, no mood for Extroverts and polite conversation. Band with a limp wrist. Redneck, spit for eyes trying to do a convincing job of a jackal dressed up as a hyena. This summer has gotten stretched out and thin. Friends flimsy like targets on a shooting range, no one calls each other. They read the names like Memorial Wall multiple choice tests.

College kids are in season, five bucks a head. They come from all over the American Sex Dump. From under old water towers where they cursed Jesus with valedictorian blow jobs. Carrying scrambled eggs on Easter Sunday. Catch them puking on mill, thongs like diving seagulls and the men waiting patiently with breath mints. Scope them getting their chests waxed, oiling themselves in the sun and growing eyes of Jupiter. We were born without them and we do great things without them and we do without them.

See you when the sun forgives us. See you when the lawn grows.