Goodbye Yellow Brick Road…

Last night I saw clearly
How we had been playing
A game of beady-eyed sex-chicken
With each other.
Seeking out the oldest
Ugliest,
Stinkingest,
Dullest,
Self-unaware
Self-obsessed prat to screw.
In the grip of frozen self-loathing
I slept with you
Like a log with you,
Unsurprisingly unmoved.
Your foul slimey
Blobs of fingers
Pounding pneumatically
In totally the wrong place.
Gratifying your climax
Mistaking gasps,
Death-rattles of suffocation,
For orgasm.
Need I say more.

Bella Basura
October 2013