Sleeping
In the cheap motel
on dirty sheets
I made the long night
go by in pleasure.
Wasted and craving more,
I fell into the triangle shaped pool,
only to get my toes wet.
I hit my spine on the edge,
but it did not break, as I looked
blankly at those guys beating the dust
out of that same old couch.
The light of day
broke through,
only to get mixed
with the glitter of alcohol
in the sparkling glasses,
which had red, thick straws in them.
The clatter pushed me outside,
where I sat in the lounge chair,
looking West.
She walked past me,
talking to her friend.
My fingers reached out for her hand
and I stood up from the chair.
She seemed happy to see me, yet
I knew that she was doing me a favor.
Oh! A weakness of mine and desire.
She felt my ass,
I felt her fingers on it,
my ass felt tight.
I laid my fingers on hers,
it felt nicer.
I wanted to take her with me,
as I went to get ice,
yet she stayed
in the room with dirty walls.
As I walked through the hall
I was inside the school, library,
and the museum.
Back at the pool, her friend
was swimming in it,
she wasn't pretty and
wore peculiar glasses.
I looked at the old man,
the keeper of the motel.
He knew I was running out of money,
yet his rooms were cheap.
I didn’t know yet,
but it was time
to move on.
on dirty sheets
I made the long night
go by in pleasure.
Wasted and craving more,
I fell into the triangle shaped pool,
only to get my toes wet.
I hit my spine on the edge,
but it did not break, as I looked
blankly at those guys beating the dust
out of that same old couch.
The light of day
broke through,
only to get mixed
with the glitter of alcohol
in the sparkling glasses,
which had red, thick straws in them.
The clatter pushed me outside,
where I sat in the lounge chair,
looking West.
She walked past me,
talking to her friend.
My fingers reached out for her hand
and I stood up from the chair.
She seemed happy to see me, yet
I knew that she was doing me a favor.
Oh! A weakness of mine and desire.
She felt my ass,
I felt her fingers on it,
my ass felt tight.
I laid my fingers on hers,
it felt nicer.
I wanted to take her with me,
as I went to get ice,
yet she stayed
in the room with dirty walls.
As I walked through the hall
I was inside the school, library,
and the museum.
Back at the pool, her friend
was swimming in it,
she wasn't pretty and
wore peculiar glasses.
I looked at the old man,
the keeper of the motel.
He knew I was running out of money,
yet his rooms were cheap.
I didn’t know yet,
but it was time
to move on.