I feel emotionless
on the reclining shag chair
masturbation bringing no
relief to this lack of
sense.
listening to the music
feeling the bass
reverberate through my
lower spine out my hands and
toes
like the goat whose fur I rest my
naked back on,
I am dead
I decide to try for blue balls
just so I can feel something.
Jon Edward Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-balls/
