off balance

10/2/2012

We all want to slap boredom
in the face
farting – fuming
splash of muddy rain today
hits the scars of yesterday
the sun shines again
and the sex is plain dry
so we all watch the sky
instead.

Blood red
is the colour of my shoe
as I dismiss
your gentle-man-hood
you gradually slip
and melt
into my custom made
pot of grease
stinking of anxiety.

But you come out of it
looking straight into my bust
and I know
you might
– only just –
set me off balance.