A JOURNEY OF SENSATIONS

happy hour rush, push and shove.

young lovers swim in their youth

they play a game of hide and kiss.

only then, dwellers touch me in the ass.

i fight a war not for the grail,

but the holy chair.

more push, more shove,

and on the escalator was how good

the guy smelled in front of me.

i don't recognize the cologne

but i will search for it

maybe pour it on my sheets.

shoes hurt, long walk but

when i finally laid my chest down

there's nothing left in the world

except my back, and some hands.

he touched my neck and said it's broken

broken from what? i said

and he said something or another,

but it doesn't matter because

he was doing magic to my head

and so with each squeeze something disappears

until everything was gone.

that's until later

when i realized that nothing's completely gone

then flashed across my mind,

the eternal unanswerable question,

why indeed it's always a crossroad

sometimes one way seems fairer

sometimes one way seems harder

but chains attach to my ankle

and i seek the slightest struggle

the body cries and the heart dies

just like we say,

heart dies

maybe one day i'll understand

what's around the riverbend

but for now it's role modelling for blee

some kind of support for ms tomorrow

and i yearn for chocolate k in the early morn

design for the mom

chris has his questions

so does everybody else

but i can never say what i mean

and i almost never mean what i say

just know that he must have pushed something very deep on my neck

because right now it hurts every time i turn my head