el fin

This isn't a vacation, but it's over; El Fin, The End

What does anything mean? Darling.

We felt the orgasm, we sensed a stench,
we audibly witnessed the boots click

Against

Kitchen cement or tiles

Unlike Townsend, or was it Daltrey?,
I can't see
for miles

Yet I feel your lips each and every
time your skin smiles

They say I have a gift; well, this is
one hell of a present

When at present my fists
are clenched

Against

An impulsive itch to call my Ex-

I decide to dial my drug dealer
instead

With wrists limp we pick a syringe
which isn't too badly bent

Then

We prick the healing skin

I swear at that exact moment,
right before my stomach
projectile vomits its
contents

My sex organs exclaimed 'say my name
bitch!'

And I almost came- but then the opiates did
their business

So I can wear these under garments
for the duration of this trip, I guess