I gotta get this **** out.
I may have taken a little too much,
and my cheeks,
with their inborn heat,
flush as some rush,
struggles to escape,
get out of the way,
releasing today
what was once caged.
Yet to say caged isn’t quite ok.
It was more of an action happily placed
taught to look, not taste, not touch,
not feel nor enfold, or kneel into this,
was too much for one person to handle
a collapse of dismantling thoughts with
no start, no stop.
Let’s just call it pause.
And we press pause…just because,
(nobody really knows)
or chose to watch this channel.
So I channel my beats
to follow one note,
with **** after ****
I’m staying afloat,
hanging on to the last hope
of something worth or other…
I almost wonder, why even bother?
Why satisfy one urge and ******* another?
Oh brother,
I know this selection be confusing,
because it’s tongue tied twisting
thus exhibiting a real moment
caught in Time.
Almost like real TV
with the selected viewership of me,
in 3D.
But to be honest I can’t see ****,
don’t have that third eye perspective,
and can only tell it subjective.
My shoes are at the door.
Even I don’t want to wear them anymore.