Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Splintered by Lonely Winter

Awake in bed,
the sounds of roommate sex
a lime green draught burning
it's way down my ear canals,
irritation and jealousy
hand-in-hand pals,
fetal ball on my futon
I toss and turn
latent desire at the base
of the skull burns,
as a headboard dings our
shared thin wall,
gritted teeth set
as I suffer bleak withdrawal,
I succumb to frenzied midnight scrawls
digging with a scratching pen awl,
trying to excavate this predicament,
Papermate pacifier
barely proving sufficient,
I want to congratulate my friend
but I'm sick of all this.

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