GLAZED EYES DARTING THROUGH THE AUTUMN BAREN TREES...

BRAIN FOG AND FREEZING ACROSS SUNLIGHT HUNGRY ROOF...

NOT A SHRED OF PROOF IS FOUND IN STARLIGHT SPREAD SURMISE...

THE ICE OF WINTER SUNRISE IN A BOLD AND SUBTLE GESTURE...

WITH BRITTLE TASTE AND TEXTURE FOR THE EARLY MORNING YOUTH...

CALMLY SLEEPING TRUTH OF THE NIGHT HE KNEW BEFORE...

THE NIGHT HE RESCUED DIGNITY BUT COULD NOT SEEM TO SCORE...

THE NIGHT HE FELL IN SICKNESS SWAY AND SLEPT UPON THE FLOOR...

THE NIGHT HE DREAMED OF SUNLIGHT SPARKLE SEX UPON THE SHORE...

SEX ON THE BEACH IS GOOD FOR A DRINK...

BUT IN THE END IS NOTHING MORE.

THIS IS WHY A TENT WAS PROVIDED BY DREAMING MEN ASLEEP...

THIS IS DESCRIBED AS NOTHING LESS THAN SANDPAPER OBSOLETE...

THIS IS PURE AND SEXUAL FUN IN THE ABSENCE OF FLESH STRIPPING SPRAY...

THIS IS MOONLIGHT'S SWEET DAY DREAM...

THIS IS THE MOVEMENT THAT MAKES THE WORLD SCREAM...

THIS IS WHY NIGHT TURNS TO DAY.