werbepause ~ {PoetSpeak}

he pours it  
into me  
[straight]  
& i become  
the infamous glass  
[no ice]  
the rapidly emptying  
bottle of goose  
rolling across the  
threadbare carpet  
of a rent-by-the-hour,  
spilling my proof  
into buk-esque footprints ~  
... & i have  
fucked myself [raw]  
straddling the rubicon  
in the honest bondage  
& rosary beads of  
plain speak sermons,  
paid tithes  
in sweat  
[vicariously] to ...  
the sexiest male  
//