Master Bathroom Blues
sitting on the toilet
wondering how we got
here
your arms are crossed
while my genitals shake
convulsively
my pulse reacts to even a hint
of your unpredictable movement
i deserve to be a murder victim
tonight, and you deserve better
an apology is like a pebble that will
not skip in a lake
heartbeats tire but are but eyes are stone
stubborn
green lights outshine the cautionary precaution,
and truth has blocked arteries ignorant to obvious
prevention
if only certain doctors made housecalls....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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