Through the
fishnet stockings
of a cheap seduction

I spent 6 months
in the holding cell
of abandon

facing everyday
a trip down the
same moist fuzzy lane

scented with the
unequivocal aroma
of lust

I stood still under
the beams of a
crumbling sex scene

instead of squirming
rhythmically with
the waves echoed
by compliance

paralyzed
in whispers
of surrender

washing daily
the wounds of
repeated ass kissing

wide spread limbs
of swollen flirts
beckoning to
give it up

to obey

'til one spectral day
I regained my
nonsense

and through the
open fly of the pants
of freedom

I lied about my
impotence
and bought a pass

to the last
port on earth.