Thoughtstream

There you have it
A Sun up while lying in bed
Drowsy
I must get up
It's not my fault that I blame myself
Lousy
I can't get you
Out of my head
For Christ's sake
To sum up
We had a great time last night
Never to see each other again
I knew it as your tits brushed my lips
Our thoughts bristled
Painting pictures
Pix-elated
Out of here nows
Mother of God fucks
Holy cows
So goodbye forever
I just screwed myself
On your canvass
Whatever detail means
You created
Artwork sex
Of my thoughtstream