there was the land and the sky.
it was the desert.
the sky was very much 'there'.
it was flying past.
charles watched it pass
from the window, bored.
it was cold.
in the bus, it was cold.
charles watched his breath collect on the glass.

charles tried to stretch his legs.
his pants would not his legs seperate.
they were around his ankles.
charles looked down
watched the white-gloved machine
stroke his erect penis.

on the seat he read the sign
'thank you for traveling
Masturbation Bus'

charles sighed quietly.


he thought:
'i grow weary'