the walls
are the color
of oceans
as the rain falls
and i sit here
devoid of thought
and artistry
the smell of her
still on my cock
and my fingers
the morning playing
over and over again
in my mind
the roll
the mount
the ride all the way toward
ecstasy
that hot little woman
with her hot
little ass
fucking
the genius of out of me
before the sun
comes up
leaving me
impotent
with nothing
but
the hours
that i have left
to kill
before i pack it in
and get
my tired and lazy
bones
off to
work.
she asks me why
i don't make new friends
i want to tell her that
i had dozens of friends
years ago
but i gave them up
out of laziness and fear
only i don't think
she'll buy that
so i tell her that
i'm shy
instead.
John Grochalski is the author of The Noose Doesn't Get Any Looser After You Punch Out (Six Gallery Press 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), and the forthcoming The Sun Causes Cancer. Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, where he constantly worries about the high cost of everything.
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