Empire Of The Senseless

In Dahab, time ceases to be. In Botswana little kids move their feet like magical beings. He looks up at me mid dance, flicks his wrist and flips his eyes. I can’t keep up. But I’m pretty damn cute trying all the same and he knows it. He’s 8. I’m 29. Its spring again I think. Back to back. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Who knows? His name is Sage. He’s an angel in disguise. His disguise is my face. I stop. I’m breathing like a maniac. I can’t catch up. I can’t stop smiling. I start walking home. I can’t stop laughing. There’s a pup that won’t stop following me around. I call her Rox for short. She’s got a stripper name. There’s a cutie at my place. Her place, but I’m a thief. I take everything that is not mine. I call her Shorty for short. She chopped off all her hair. She watches me cook. We scream bloody murder when we remember what we see. We giggle until we piss ourselves. We fall asleep on the street. We remember pissing ourselves. We remember everything. We remember our own piss and shit and we pl