"sexually frustrated"
i have not been held in a year
i can feel something like loneliness grow
inside me
people are having sex on a screen
blood is rushing to my penis
i want to masturbate
or get a blowjob
without exerting any effort
although i know
i won’t feel better afterward
"it’s 4 pm"
if someone filmed my life
it could be a post-post-post-modern film
roger ebert would give it praise
‘a moving commentary on the human condition in the modern age’
first i have to get out of bed
"i am a dipshit who doesn’t understand science"
i went swimming
and lay in the sun for six hours
why didn’t i evaporate with the water?
i just feel orange and dry
like a shriveled carrot
"frozen lake"
i am flicking my ribs
trying to send pulses through
a frozen lake
i need to crack the frozen ceiling
i can’t breath from under the blue glass
listening to ‘girls just wanna have fun’ today
i realized i have ruined my fucking life
sitting at the intersection looking through a rearview mirror
i’m dedicating this poem to how fucking retarded i am
i look at a baby in the car next to me
i want to tell him
‘you will hate yourself one day’
or maybe just
‘i fucking hate myself’
i have not been held in a year
i can feel something like loneliness grow
inside me
people are having sex on a screen
blood is rushing to my penis
i want to masturbate
or get a blowjob
without exerting any effort
although i know
i won’t feel better afterward
"it’s 4 pm"
if someone filmed my life
it could be a post-post-post-modern film
roger ebert would give it praise
‘a moving commentary on the human condition in the modern age’
first i have to get out of bed
"i am a dipshit who doesn’t understand science"
i went swimming
and lay in the sun for six hours
why didn’t i evaporate with the water?
i just feel orange and dry
like a shriveled carrot
"frozen lake"
i am flicking my ribs
trying to send pulses through
a frozen lake
i need to crack the frozen ceiling
i can’t breath from under the blue glass
listening to ‘girls just wanna have fun’ today
i realized i have ruined my fucking life
sitting at the intersection looking through a rearview mirror
i’m dedicating this poem to how fucking retarded i am
i look at a baby in the car next to me
i want to tell him
‘you will hate yourself one day’
or maybe just
‘i fucking hate myself’