Ephemerality is not my specialty
But I can be short-lived if you want me to be.
I can be fleeting.

I arrive at the party early and head straight for the kitchen.
I half and half a fruity flavored ***** and cranberry cocktail juice in my red solo cup.

It tastes bad.
I drink fast
It tastes better.
My cup is empty.
Refill.
Hunch punch it is.
****** drinking games
****** music.

I go out on to the patio.
I'm greeted by a circle of hazy expressions
And red eyes.
1 hit
2 hits
3 hits
4.

Jenga truth or dare.
lick the faces of three people
Girl that dared me - one.
Girl with purple hair - two.
Guy with buddy holly glasses - three.

Space Odyssey plays on the stereo.
5
4
3
2

I wake up fully clothed on a makeshift mattress made of couch cushions.
I'm ******* freezing.

she wrote her number on a cigarette.
three days later I inhale smoke as the numbers burn away.
the pile of ash on the ledge of the balcony is the only proof that she ever existed.
if she doesn't exist then I can't miss her.
I didn't lose her because she was never here.

but the smoke feels heavy in my lungs
and that's proof enough.
it felt as though those digits were swirling around,
choking me
so that with every cough I ingrained the memory of her deeper in my mind.

*she's gone. she's gone. she's gone.

Tell me all your fantasies
And I'll make them come true.
Tell me what you want
And I'll do it for you.

I'm not as fragile as I look.

What makes you tick
What makes you tock
I wanna spend time with you round the clock.
To make you feel good
To make you feel bad
I wanna be the best you ever had.
Will you let me
Would you mind
If I set out to blow your mind?
Savoring softly
Breathing deeply.
In this bed of mine
I'll do the talking.

Don't you dare touch yourself.
That's my job.
I'm going to touch you in public
to make you want me in private.

But I'm going to make you wait.
Make you want it.
Feel my arousal.

Nails trailing down my spine.
Sandwiching your bottom lip between my teeth.

*I'm counting the minutes until I can taste you.

Calloused to the distance.
Adding sand to the hour glass.
Turning back time.

Call me Mr sand man.
I'm a dream.