Wrote this while waiting in line for a bus-pass at the Student Union building. My other thought during that whole process was, “Does anyone read these textbooks? And why if everyone goes to university these days, is everyone still so fucking stupid?”
Also, I don’t know anything about poetry. This is more just me writing in fragments.
It was great sex
passionate, intense, involved, filthy
and almost transcendent.
I drifted off to sleep
My body equal parts spend and fulfilled
and dreamed of faceless women
who all offered me cigarettes.