something after sex
panting
sweating
stewing
fucking
losing
going
driving
leaving
hope
Everest
Earnest
drive
laugh
cough
die
leaving
high peaks
unto themselves
because never will you
touch them
from your seat down there
under prespiring rain
carnal preoccupation
that damn catipillar
and day dreams too
youll sit and play
for every day
stoking your love
as you choke above
the scene of your life
balanced on a knife
that teeters and sways
happy this and sad today
as you jump
in madness delight
sick of your vices
perils
and fright
you jump
for the asphalt
which swishes and sways
for you
to no fault
you jump
at your throat
nails uncut
tearing
leering
veering
to another
day
Sol slowly rises
and again you're behind
stuck in inspiration
of a night
year
life
before
and I crouch in the weeds
of a full blown subconcious
that drives me blind-folded
through camel backed hills
icicled skies
orange pink fancy dreams
that seem so beautifully close
to my touch
that is soft
and dead
to anything real
but my mind presses outwards
beyond my skull
denying the names
it is told to say
so I may
drift slowly
through this
and many more
days