Waitin' Around To Die

 Prologue     
Somewhere between Wealthy Street Station and our last fuck. The air was rich with rumination in my small side room overlooking the porch. A distant time from when it was filled with euphoric cigarette smoke at 4 A.M. talking about your erotica novellas, while you remiss your morning classes. You, ceiling-staring, unfulfilled by your Cod basket, and my berating the past months. Me, wanting to stroke both sides of your face while tears would start to roll down mine, tell you I'm done, and I want a restart. No, I need it, baby. I lightly peruse my left hand up to the ends of your old shorts and all the way down to your feet. These moments I knew would be enclosed within me, present, future, and ultimately the past. Half asleep lying there with an inauspicious breeze rolling in over your exposed stomach and legs. Your pale glow radiates only to be interrupted from red wear on feet and fingertips. Scenes branded into my subconscious where they'll twist and contort into nothingness, some day.

Our kisses were slow and melodic as saliva stringed from our mouths. I pulled down her top and began to softly grip her nipples with my lips until erected. My left hand massaging her short's warm crevice. I sped up to wrestle them off to get to my favorite pastime. I knew exactly how she liked it, a slow build up, my tongue switching from horizontal to vertical. Your head, when it threw itself up at the ceiling with those suffocating yells I could f  My left hand wrapped around your toes, pressed against my stomach. My right hand pressing into your moist inner thigh.



                                                        Waitin' Around To Die

                        The bus hummed hourly up and down Fuller Ave as I walked with my black plastic bag full of the juice. As I cross Franklin I try my best to ignore the beautiful orange backdrop
                           

Robey

Burning out, breaking down

I am a man of anger, vice, and regret

Making sure my punishment and guilt frequents and follows

To burn me down

Burn me down

Down to the liquor store

Down to the porch steps

Down to the ground

Burn