I think of her body,
of her curves
and curls
and I blow a line as long as my finger to think of something else.
Anything else.
I think of Freud and how wrong he was,
I think of Clapton and his false credit,
I think of the ringing in my ears and how I wish it would stop,
anything but her hips and her blonde hair and her fat ***
Help, I've fallen and I can't get up,
and god, it was hard enough to stand up the first time.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
I think of her body,
of her curves
and curls
and I blow a line as long as my finger to think of something else.
Anything else.
I think of Freud and how wrong he was,
I think of Clapton and his false credit,
I think of the ringing in my ears and how I wish it would stop,
anything but her hips and her blonde hair and her fat ***
Help, I've fallen and I can't get up,
and god, it was hard enough to stand up the first time.
