This is an improv off of "Heat" by Denis Johnson. I really liked the line "August, you're just...an erotic hallucination." I combined the two to make a line that fit for me. So I tried to work a little of the form, but mostly I was practicing Iambs and it turned out to be a little off from the typical sonnet form.
August,
You're just an erotic hallucination,
poised over coffee, tea and content to
tip burns and pleads for everyone in here.
August, you're no one special, some
just another. You'll own it all
by midnight, paid for full: courtesy
of lack of rain and plenty of bugs.
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