Running Out

Dodging a fist in a dream
bring unpleasant motion sickness. The cure is
a sweaty awakening with an erection hard enough
to rip through whatever hopes you had of
being good – the underwater sun time glory that arrives
on time.
It’s got the Brooklyn-bound four train beat for sure.
She can’t wait to see what else is out there. You thought you were staying in. Wrong is wrong.
Success can be divine but here where it cries
for its mother’s milk; the breast beats fast —
I can’t keep pace with it.
Or slow down just the same.
Feel free. Live as prisoner. Take chances before they take you.

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