Pull The Sheets
Early morning, pain
but it excites me,
recalls the ultra
violence, dancing
between the lanes
the night before –
I pulled away from
you, the neon and
the diseased fun
all over my body.
God, this peep
show creeps into
a drugged slumber.
Pull the sheets
go, blindfold me
until the afternoon
Posted on July 25, 2016, in Links, Poetry, Writing and tagged poem, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Evocative. Thank you for sharing. Earned a follow with this one.