Do you think about me,
When the smoke raises its acid face?
A slap of water on your face,
When you dive.
Does it remind you of me?
When you down in deep distress…
A pungent gulp of whiskey,
slithering down your throat.
What did I taste like?
I can’t help but remember.
When dirty kids on streets
With faces black as the smoking tyre
Hauled from the garage, punctured…soggy
Warmth against penetrating cold
I can’t help but remember
A bite on the tip of my manhood
Chill against the tiring heat.
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