slow night it was a slow night in sugars - even for a sunday single customers dotted the tables one-sided faces lit up by candles from chimney red glass I mingled for awhile offering my greetings to the girls who filled my evenings waking up as the sun falls catching perfume on soft hands and thighs teased by black light in restless hope of something new destiny was onstage tonight dancing slowly - eyes closed trying to get out of herself slicing through the smoke stroking the beats taming the beast tiffany and cori rounded the tables no thanks for replies in search of money dancing and lies passing the night comes hard with nothing left for working cori walks up stumbling with new heels a foot high silky blond hair tanned legs wrapped tightly within a kelly green dress her round perfect breasts barely hidden inside we did shots just to fill up the space thank god she is smiling at last all born to meet in this place tiffany joins us pissed off and bitching about her life being filled with nothing but time rape stories from an old soul shot time again to bring warm thoughts near or at least a little fog to make the bold ones less clear but boredom could not be beaten so we left to swim nude we clocked out and left stopping at wendys and a store to grab booze well along the way they both had to pee scurrying out of my car giggling and holding their crotches about to burst out of their pants back on the playground kids fun - techno blaring I waited as they ran behind the dumpster I sat alone smiling in a trance we got to the house coked up in a dream dancing in our seats and flailing with screams we ran to the pool stripping away our clothes tripping over ourselves like fools splashing into the glow of multi-colored jets spraying into the air I lifted them up naked on my shoulders sliding off in a sadly perfect way to live without remorse ivan came out laughing in his white terry robe patrick patrick patrick this will not help your divorce