motorized sawing sounds
cut through my erotic day dreams
like a misplaced condom
before the dance
leaving my
not just feelings hanging
like a teenager;
wisdom's words waddle from
one perspective to another
searching for meaning
when the musical sounds
stops and silence clamps
her legs tighter than a divorce;
long metal probes with nets
filter and clean the mind
as if it were for sale again,
when all I really need is simply
another tall cup of black coffee.
4Aug14
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