"Get off my.."

10-14-16

Friday

12:50am

“Get off my dick”

Get off my dick, right?

He said, laying on the plain white

Hotel sheets

The kind never staind

From too much bleach

The fit just right

Tight and light in

Color

Pitch - not

Black, but white

Crisp and clean

Just as the bags

That lay to my right

Death at my left

And so is he

Forearm and bicep covering

His tired eyes

He needs sleep

But the music plays

Semi-loud, just as my

Interests in him

Semi.

Who am I?

And so I write for a hope

Of clarification

Where art thou? The

Miss Natalie Silva?

The one whom I thought I was,

The one I made, the one others

Disgraced, I felt

As they shouted, yelled

Looking at me, pointing

Their judgments as theirs

Grew larger

God would later get to them

But for then, and for now,

Where are you, God?

“Dear God, it’s me Margaret..”

Judy Blume had me hooked

Until it was no longer cool

To read any books

Instead, ripped pages

Even from the bible

Just to roll myself, more

For them, a little something

That got them feeling less of what

They did from within-

They zoomed into the wind

As the smoke of the smokes

Made me and who I was not

And them who they are

Now.

Quenching thirsts,

Oh how it hurt the nights he

Quenched his, as my sister lay

Next to us

How disgusting

I stole from him, never at all

In comparison to what he

From me.

The walls look like embroidered paintings.

Patches of the same

Still remain

From only God knows how long ago

I wonder if they’re stained ?

Gross.

Continuing on, I look around for

Contributions to this song

“The song remains the same”, as

Zeppelin would say, and never again

Sound the same

M&M’s don’t do it

Anymore

Instead, I tried new ones

As I did with drugs and drinks,

Men and women, and midnight

Shrinks.

And here I am

In a hotel room

Past 1am

Just thinking

Thinking of nothing and

Everything, a master plan

And bothered by sweat

From the prednisone

Coming from

But of course, if you ever heard

Erik B & Rakim, you’d know

Where I was getting at

“Aint’ nothing but sweat inside my hand”, yup

That has always reminded me to now

Sweat it. Because sweating in general

Ain’t shit

It’s moisture building up from

Perspiration from palpitations coming from

Unnecessary thoughts, swarming the brain

Let it go, let them go

And set yourself

Free.

I love you, Aaron.

1:11am