Free verse № 58469
A Circle Starts with C
The precision of a mattress is sleep.
Tonight the matress cleaves as you enter.
The mattress pretends to sleep
as you cleave to the outside of my precision.
You shake.
I shake it on the mattress,
which is not happy because I usually choose the floor.
The floor is happy even though it needs refinishing.
You get up to leave.
I run to the door.
The floor is malcontent.
You're already halfway down the stairs.
I go on stairing one by one,
but forget about you once you're out of sight.
I run back into my room
and trip over my feet hitting my head on the mattress.
They both giggle.
I throw my phone at the mattress.
The floor chuckles.
I masturbate and cum on the floor to show it who's boss.
The mattress screams, "Touche".
I jump up and down on the mattress
knocking the phone on the floor and hear the receiver.
I forgot to say goodbye.
I call you and get your mechanical voice.
I say, "How about a quickie tomorrow"?
Your line is silent.
12 comments
very funny. i think you could push the envelop of absurdity a little more. in fact, i'm sure you could. and will.
You deserve more 10's.
And usually when people talk about masturbation on here, they have run out of ideas and just want to finish the poem with the first thing that comes into their computer geek head
other than that OK
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