speaking of sleeps

DopeBeastie

it's never easy, the give-give take away. when you've played it once or twice and lost, it's bound to bring your hand to the scar. the fear, buried beneath the root of the new me, feeds the gray streaks. stretch and bear. the gut becomes audible. so much so that even the neighbors can hear. "who isn't it now?", they must whisper in their sleeps. and speaking of sleeps and dreams and loss, the other day I had him. he was still an intolerable knot, but i had him. face down in the dirt, his joints bent, my knee in his back. eddie says no take backs. so... this is what it's like? i am still trying to find precisely the right thing to say or do that will snap me back into that delicious waking dream that never followed me to bed because sleeping dreams are for conflict ~ and of my first love... and even in our parting, I rarely did. i see these new boys and they are each so wrong it's funny. there is no joy in their kisses. only conquering want and ego desire, beer, and my gaping yawn.

justam

I feel your frustration dear! *hugs*

DopeBeastie

lol...

i'm thinking about reading this at tomorrow night's show
@ which at least three of these gaping yawns will be...

i suppose i shall edit the word "wrong" to "strange"

and perhaps "gaping yawn" to "high heal" or something like that.



lololol


gawd

twin1

I really feel for the girls out there in the "meat market" these days...good luck to you!

justam

PastaNazi wrote:

lol...

i'm thinking about reading this at tomorrow night's show
@ which at least three of these gaping yawns will be...

i suppose i shall edit the word "wrong" to "strange"

and perhaps "gaping yawn" to "high heal" or something like that.



lololol


gawd

leave the "gaping yawn"...it's so fitting for the experience!!