she said I had potential in the form of liquid energy the kind that runs right over to saturate the page in a red hot flush of synergy she loved the cut of my druggy cliché mystery and though that stuff is history she said it all so sexily that I didn’t really mind and we made love in the shadow of the gallows on a bed of poisoned arrows they say that lust is blind of that there is no doubt she poured my head into a bowl of wild piranha she peeled back my banana smiled once for the camera and snuffed my candle out