I miss them


I miss them, My demons. Glint eyes Sulphuric softened Voices, smooth As aged whisky, And as golden To the skin. The dare issued In the stare, two Seconds too long Cascading adrenalin, Clearing clogged Arteries. He said, I should resist Invoking future glories Of Christian masculinity. But I could never See the point Future possibilities A poor reward For the potential Of present pleasures He said...