Couldas

A twisted and dull write. A different style
To release the Roman curse. Formless veins
Of distraction. Thinking of new ways
To do new lines. It is the only way to travel—
The only way to feel anything, these days. No
That is not the one. It is the only way
To get a makeshift car to start. No that is not
The one. It is the only way to get something moving
That is unbroken. Feeling pretty good today. Yesterday
Though—Lord. What about breaking it down?
No thanks. Better get to something physical.
A good stiff cock. She had such a beautiful
Beautiful vagina. Can you see it? The corrector
Wrote “caging”, oddly. Colour of a wheel chart.
A poached egg running over the side
Being hilarious and joyfully hitting the wall
Of my heart. Yuk. No. Trick, yes. I am thinking
Of being with someone that will jump
From the roof with me to really show
The stupidity of it all. The handbrake being taken off
And letting us roll away into the lake. No. Us
Just kissing. Coulda wrote that the first time.