The shine
Half dimmed light
The fan creating
Florescent buzzing effect
At this moment
I pull my head back and
SCREAM
The restaurant goes silent
My covers blown

Yes, I am a head case
But out of my tangent in my head,
I just smoke this cigarette
And let my leg shake the shit out
I wonder if my Tums will cure my schizoid
Or my urge to spit in your face

As your clock ticks
You write “crazy” in my file
Now that is why I do not show up
My Friday 9 a.m. vent session
Guaranteed to cure you
In one hour or less

I feel like a roll of film
Developed for a dollar fifty more
Express film one hour
Couldn’t wait a day?

Your porn
Your wife
I am in a red teddy
Sucking your cock
And you just won’t cum

My jaw hurts
From your tiny cock…
No, I don’t think so
It’s from the guy two hours earlier

He was bigger
I only partially faked it
To get him out of my dry pussy
Bored might as well

The classic shock
Bite the lips

Moan
Tighten
Release
Just get the fuck off me

As the doctors stick the tubes in
Sew my semi-suicide up
Pump my stomach dry
Rid me of the acid and Xanax
Out
OUT
Get out of my head.

03/17/2003

Author's Note: I know I will lose the paper this was written on, so I am posting it. I am not sure if it's done yet. Nope, but here it is so far. Any ideas let me know

Posted on 03/17/2003
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