Sitting alone at my desk, naked,
forming thoughts along with smoke rings
from a medium sized joint.
A few moments ago I feared I was having a nervous breakdown.
So I masturbated and smoked this joint and now I feel much better.
I am considering a cold shower.
I can never actually bear cold showers,
almost always they are nothing more than a bold luke warm.
The joint is done now.
My heart is filled with love for a woman whom I feel may have been a lost venture.
I wont say her name,
I would only say her name so that
if we don't work out she would know this poem was about our time together.
But there is no need, if she reads this poem, she will know it's her I am talking to,
so I wont say her name.
Now it is time for a shower
that dreams of being cold.
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