"Monday Night Migraine"

 Codeine
         I got
                Running through me
                                          Opening doors
                                                                 Best kept closed

Skin
Itching
Like a junkie
                         I         know           regrets

Wanting to
Regret                having
Your                                hot           slot
In my
                     Mouth
Juices

Dripping

Into

My

Beard

I                                     live          regret
Tonight

I’m

Touching
You

Tasting
Desire

With a
           Flaccid cock
                              Full of
Alkaloids

                                      I             regret
My
Big
Head

Hurts
               As I               want to
But
Can
Only
                     Dream
                                 Fucking
                                              You
Behind

Locked                      Iron                     Gates
                                  Of
                               Fantasy

-Fin-

DS Baker