i used to love women,
until she started reading
and asking me to
answer
a cosmopolitan
            questionnaire...
i still never managed
to figure out why i freaked
about such trivia...
    it's not she was asking me
to answer 9.8 m/s squared
of gravity...
it's a real shame though...
   but then again men always
tend to freak out over
the most pathetic of criminal
investments in love -
esp. cosmopolitan questionnaires...
the rest of the train journey
i began to lose myself
in some bob dylan songs...
asking the gods:
can i go back to jerking off,
rather than listening to
her tongue?
i really don't mind
the texture of hand ****...
never, ever, idealise women,
ever! never!
    you'll be bound up
to the stupid applause choir
of seals...
     marked with a cry
akin to finding nemo seagulls...
yeah, those seagulls,
with seal clapping.