Its like a time portal from a movie.
You've only got a few seconds,
Push ahead.
Never mind if there's anyone coming the other way.
I made it. I had to make it. Ahhh
Miserable relief of what inevitably is at journey's end.
Now, where to place myself?
Do I have a choice? Yes, maybe sometimes no.
Did I have a choice to come this way?
I suppose not.
Mostly, I want this to be a solo experience,
With someone's breath on my neck.
Touching limbs melt together but ultimately
We're all just a jumble of atoms in this northern test tube.
So why does it bother us so much?
I'm not good at intimacy and she's embarrassed
At the best a'times he could be liking it
But he's asleep.
He sneezed and they winced from the mist.
Forced to look at a picture, I don't see art in your groin.
A recital of all that's not happening in your life,
Still might be preferable to the cricket's march.
Hang on, the exhibition is moving,
To the left and now I get to learn about diet
Because the rent's late inspite of her contract.
Voice in a box puts an end to it,
Everything away the artists shuffle up.
The light starts flooding in, push ahead,
We've only got a few seconds.