unlike a texan:
                        with my acquired english
sensibility:
        clear blue skies?
                in july?
not the best idea...
                  
    i worked through three different
rehydration
      procedures
                   accompanied by
drinking heavily in the night...

1. water, and squash, water...
   2. 30 strawberries
   followed up with 2 glasses of milk
(pristine **** followed
  on the throne of thrones)
3. watermelon, herbie hancock,
  squash, water...

what the hell is so good
about a pristine blue sky hanging
over you, with a suffocating
impetus?

    do i look like an arab?
or a kenyan?

                           but sure, sure...
she... she can bask in it,
   come copper skin...
                          then there's that other
pristine porcelain, vampiric example
of i'm only happy when it rains...

that: sweet, aromatic kitchen
                                of autumnal rot,
        that very particular aphrodísiac,
only replicated
   to the same standard,
in deep continental hearth -
               in a pine forest....
                         looking for
                                  honey fungus.