– sweat –

May night… with

just a hint of twilight.

Burnt up… and

just a little turnt up.

Bright lines… and

neon blowing my mind.

Control… be-

fore my good wits unfold.

 

My clothes just

stick

to

me, air one hun-

dred

de-

grees. I’m so a-

live, so alive, so alive. 

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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