32 Years Old and Cold
Sitting there with
Rosie Palms.
Heard a tape recently of when only nineteen; the likes in my speech gone but still just obscene .
night while you watch.
An alien breed taking in primal needs; the static image
forms, ungulate; depraved ream.
Re-played the scene; of re-playing me ; Me and space Rosie addicted to skin.
No longer adolescent
but developmentally delayed?
mindful but ignoring the aliens backstory;splayed.
She was young like me but now she's old and sad. A corporate
pimp took her future and reduced it to a broken loop. .
Now that's all left for to make protein soup..
Copyright © Adam G. | Year Posted 2014
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