Musings and Poetry

My collection of poems, stories, and fitful spurts of creative energy.

April 18, 2005

Routine

Work, eat, sleep, breathe
Sleep, sex, read, play,
Work, sleep, eat, sex,
Breathe, play, eat, sleep,
Read, sleep, sex. eat!

It's all so routine.
Nothing new and exciting.
Why do I crave "new."
Is this why I have sex
With so many different men?
For something "new?"

I suppose there is always
A different guy in NYC.
Different hair, different height,
Different fetish.

I'm tired of finding the
"Next great thing" in my men.
I'd rather have one guy with
Whom to:
Eat, sleep breathe, play,
Sex, read, eat, breathe,
Sleep, play, read, sex.

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