from a couch, checking boxes

move, with rhythm and purpose

beat back the desire, stand still


you mustn’t shuffle your feet to seek the thrill, balancing and bouncing off bodies barricading an escape from uncontrollable congregated climax

heightened state


coming and going, we’re all inclined

stay until the end






whipping-wish motions, never knowing who you may please

i’m tired, though

nighttime routine, following

voice in daylight, independent

laughable, commendable

not sustainable

clashing ego, super ego, you, alone

tell me

one side, voice


whether to bail, suicide doors, on spontaneity’s sunday ride, pissing off everyone around us, agitated at the prospects that saturday, as it was, may never be, again

that’s why we came

when we could

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