Tuesday, November 22, 2011

#326 Like Oil and Glue

What is a boy to do
Your lips of oil
His of glue
All he wants
Is to be stuck on you

You repel
You slide on by
Sidelong looks
So very sly

He clings
To every single thing
His very presence
A constricting ring

When he's close
You can scarcely breathe
His odor an irritant
Making you sneeze

He doesn't know
How to live without you
You not knowing
How to live with

You move away
Distance only serving
As an arousal
Unnatural and unnerving

What to do
What to say
Time to buy a ticket
Not tomorrow but today

This feeling you just found
Sitting deep in your chest
Buoys your steps
As you head west

Waiting to test the theory
Put it to the test
Of how to mate oil and glue
Which way will work best

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