Once we moved back to the east coast
I’ve thought about how much of what we’ve built is up for change
two dollars no longer in debt
flint the houses down
running through the garden
it was time to work to get paid
waters roll
eyes roll too
I’ve moved on
you’ve moved on too
it was time to throw ourselves and throw our longing
let the scars fade now
though they never will
I’ll tantric my way out
to keep my soul from leaving my body astray to go find you astral some place else where it could never feel so landlocked
like me right now
jerking off in the bathroom
and for what seemed soft, invisible and tucked under my weight at all times—
it was solidified, visible and groped in the palm of my left hand
you could sense my perturbation building from under the gap that’s under the bathroom door
though I couldn’t care
because all I could think of was what I’ve left behind
or how I wish I didn’t have to move so much
leaving the things I loved all the time
or of what makes me a man
a being
free to roam
free to think
free to choose
like the sea and it’s sand burying my feet
I’ve thought of everything but what I’ve continued to shake with passion all this time
all I know is if I keep going at it harder
I’ll meet myself at the still point of the turning world
and everything will stop
I’ll have no thoughts
no thoughts of you
no regrets
until tomorrow