Janice Webb

This weekend i lost my protection while laying to rest

i found them on the floor staring silently, just watching my soul undress

but i've my vulnerability now though as change takes it's course

virginity returns to a soiled body to be taken away once more

when i say soiled, i mean filthy, infected in every pore

diseased with lust, bankrupt of trust, with a handful of festering sores

that cant stop oozing the scents of random skirts all causing my skin to burn

that contract and return back to my arteries then react and force me to learn

until i'm gathering criteria to be a better leper

first the shells then my dick, then my heart feels better to be

governed by the hollow with an absence of me, instead of a faint memory

slow it down

do you hear the words your saying and i said

dont know how

i dry my eyes and

sit down

take a breath to clear my conscience and he said

you know now

i dry my eyes

slow it down

do you hear the words your saying, and he said

don't know how

he dried his eyes and said

where do you go to sit and enjoy the privacy?

that you claim i need today

where do you go? cus i just cant seem to get away.

from this mess i made today