Monday, March 24, 2008

lactic acid

Conversation therapy
Your voice prescribed to soothe/
Life inhabits arteries with glass so I can’t move/
So I stand still…
My legs fill dense with lactic acid/
Muscles become flaccid bags of weight that make my back sick/
Hands cohabit shyly in the solace of my pockets/
We calmly talk but mentally I gag my mouth and vomit/
Your look seeks me
I dodge it/
Your touch treats me
My pain’s chronic/
Fixated
I evict your handprints oiled on my skin/
Shave my exodermis
The breeze draws from me a grin/
Imagine how your kisses drench my tissue
Shelter breached/
See the way my muscles tense because they feel your reach/
It’s symmetry how oxygen’s a poison but we need it/
Mentally I need your squeeze
But constantly you tease it

5 comments:

edluv said...

clifton smith is in trouble.

flowgun said...

uhoh. what did he do?

edluv said...

he got in a fight (i'm not sure on the date) at a club downtown. it involved about 50 people, according to the news i watched @ lunch. when cops came, he wouldn't quit, and they tased him.

carly said...

dammit, batman.

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