Salt tickles my tongue unlike the sun warming my shoulders/ an more like the needle that punched me in the right arm earlier this morning/ hey man im tryina say i love everything and anything i can get in life/ cus the shyt thrown at chu's got to have apoint/ why do we fall? so we can pick ourselves up again/ yes i stole that from batman but its right alright? so pull out the antiseptic cream cus im ready ta tend to my skinned knees/ im pinned please help me an pull me out cus im in a nightmare, cascading semens dripping drowning me forceful like i said NO but hey the sticky stays within the mind an sex has become soemthing undefined/ at first i thought sex was love but its wasnt at the time and didnt seem to be happening anytime soon/ but the first time i actually loved i couldnt have sex so what can we assume?/ so i seperated the two an saw sex as soemthin unloved/ soemthin ridiculous/ unwanted an forceull spinning an spinning till you never see the top/ but constant/ so i'm permanently damaged/ broken windsheild in the rain/ flat tire with no spare in an intersection/ an the reason is due to the fact that sex was only one night stands with this 29yr old man?!!?/ who showed me what t do with a man/ who showed me the ultimate plan/ the expiernece i was lackin caught up quickly to his liking/ but these facts dont make up my personality /maybe show my insecurity but flatout arent the adjustment rate or the currency exchange rigid in this female distortion of what a lesbian is/ ok?/ so now ive kinda gone far out there/ with no loophole/ no life jacket/ an im mixing up metaphors that i dont know what they're there for anymore/ im ending feeling like i need a title / but shyt like love an sex are undefinable/ but hey i just got myself a new poem for next weeks meeting in my poetry club / thats about sex/ and about love/ i forgot the six year olds but hey thats disgusting! an that wasn't a spin on michael, cus white men with fucked up noses are the least of my problems i need to write about in poems about my love life right? / all my pens are running out of ink an the lines are fading/ so im fading/ an im desolate an gone gone to that place where nothing is understandable becus it's after 10 o clock an he still hasn't called me back. what, an, asshole.

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