Something odd that just happened

So today i went the whole day with no hook ups, nothing particularly bad happened. but just barely, right as I am about to wind down for the night i realize that my underwear is on insides out…. So i think to myself.. should i attempt to right the wrong by flipping it now? is it worth the hassle if it didn’t bother me all day? what do you do when something like this happens?

I’m lost… I just found out my underwear is on insides out…

Lets

Lets go have casual sex because it feels so much better then love.

When I feel the skin it’s something I’ve made up.

The way you make me feel, it’s like all you wanna do is fuck.

My thoughts are a skew, when I’m thinkin of what to do.

I wake up at night to see if your there,

smell your tresses and run my fingers through your hair.

But I’m aware that it is you out there, not me.

I’m feeling alone, I’m feeling alone ,again.

And then I wake up so much happier now that I can breath.

I feel alive knowing that your losing yourself in a world that is free.

But this is how I feel, when your crawling into bed.

The harsh smell of cigarettes soaked within your skin,

You’re half drunk, and half your wits are gone,

You should be standing their wearing a silver gown,

You should be respected as a queen wearing a silver crown.

But you don’t care, you just want someone to love and hold.

Care about you for a moment, even if the love is old.

You kiss my neck, you kiss my nose, you show a gentle air,

But when I look into your eyes, it’s not you who cares.

I feel your warm and tender lips touch my skin and stick,

I don’t feel alive, I feel horrid, I feel sick.

Asking for love when I’ve got none left.

Now you’ll float upon the sea, feeling the rock of waves across your bow

Heart sick from the turmoil and sea sick from the crowd.

I’m happy I am a mariner floating in the bay.

I will sleep tonight, with no worry, and no cares

Of the pain that you feel when you’re drowning.

You will look upon this life, as you sink beneath the sea,

Take this course as a warning of the way you shouldn’t be.

Because when you break the spirit of a soul,

Often you will find that its yours that is broke.

When you find life, at the bottom of the sea,

Isn’t quite the kind of life you felt you would lead,

I will be the mariner drifting out to sea.

Dime Store Novel

I am the dime store novel,

that was bought but never read.

I was placed within a suit case

now I lie beneath a bed.

At one time I was browsed,

but never an interest to the chief.

Please go on now,

don’t pretend that you can read.

I will continue to hold my secrets

my inner knowledge never shared.

Until some day a traveler

finds me, and I am read.

John Rogers

7-16-08

Featured in “Tabula Rasa” literary magazine

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