premature emasculation
in a dream i can hardly remember; her smell, her touch, her taste; bubble gum and tangerine skies; so much for this tuesday of wasted wet dreams; my punchbowl narcotic life-style; i am truely a fiend; like an old polaroid snap-shot that triggers no memories; but i know that it happened...that boy in the picture---so faded---thats me; cheecks sunken in, eyes open wide; and the grrrl of my heart stands at my side...