__\::_screaming_for_mikey_:://["august"]

The main memories

of that very hot summer

are of sleeping on the red floor

of the yellow room

in briny garments

of learning to smoke

like the heroes we

watched smoking

of rich yellow urine

in twelve glass Coke bottles

that would become

emblematic of creation

of the redbrick redoubt

under dead grey sky

of sleeping on the Downs

at Mt. Zion, near Portslade

I raised the fundaments

of an identity

that would never develop

and never improve

a blueprint of a personality

and we were sexless

and also were happy.