Sickness of my psyche
Rapes my body furiously
Like a grape devouring a sunset
Exhausting my entire vessel
I am vacant and wearied
I run in slow motion to
The food truck of love
Careful to avoid every crack along the way
To avoid herniating my dead mother’s discs
Hopscotching the bricks of the city with
Carmelita as she flirts and leads me on and over to
Successive numbered city blocks until she has
Vanished permanently from my sight
I move on lost in the darkly lit city
Lost in my contemplations
I find my filthy white car and
I try to drive it around as people cheer me on
I leave them behind and fall asleep at the wheel
I wake up in my motel room and I try to wake up
And pack a weeks worth of belongings into my
Two suitcases
Panic fills my essence
Relief arrives in the form of Carmelita the motel maid
In my room with the manager telling me to take me time
He lifts her skirt to reveal her big pantyhose covered ass
They tell me to help them and I can stay for free
Arousal versus my need to flee
The sickness of my psyche
