the mirage

eyes....those eyes.....nomadic...turbulent...drifting in all possible dimensions....the floor... made of granite,cracks here n there,worn out color,a little yelloi...black out...back...the roof.....black like fear n those webs here n there n again those cracks, seems it would fa...black out....back...the walls...seem dead, the plastic paint is wearing out n yess again those cracks the walls seem too close walkin between them very claustrophob....blackout...back...a short guy with specs,hair unkempt...black out...back...too tall,checked shirt combed hair...black out...back...beautiful brunette,nice skirt...black out.....damn!!! its the anxiety,a virgin just in the intercourse....wind gushing in the lungs faster n faster the pain that he is goin through is jst a bargain for the pleasure that seems so unfelt...everythin so paradoxically beautiful....anticipation, abstraction,a mind ambivalent...a new beginning..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................eyes....those eyes.....defunct...stagnant...deadstill....staring n staring n staring in zilch cant really describe the view everything hazy n floating....a flicker n the oceans let loose the eyes wide open...........but...... a black out,this time the brain....the wind crawls in to the lungs and dies some where mid-way, cracks everywhere, the walls worn out comin close...claustrophobic.. that would be understatement... the roof too low ......the anxiety...decreed...the virgin ....ravaged....he has been fuuucccked up over n again.....the pain...perpetual....the MIRAGE....melted away....