Monday, August 3, 2015


Summer days.
Dog days.
Heat risin'.
Sweat fallin',
tricklin' down,
Into secret places,
moist and dark,
that men think about.
Just think about though,
right here,
right now.
It's summer days.
Dog days.
Too hot to fuck.
Too hot for anythin',
but sittin' in shade,
nursin' a cold bottle.
Sittin there,
watching the heavens,
blue and flawless,
prayin' for autumn skies
and cool breezes.
Prayin' in vain,
it feels like,
'cause its summer days.
Dog days.
And we got a ways
still to go.

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