masturbation seat

the suicidal similarities of days passing by.

my favorite words to vomit are,

“today went fast.”

 

but the year went fast,

and it scares me to think of how much

time was wasted dreaming of better days

and how to masturbate to them.

 

my better days are scarce.

ideally they’re spent

with dead people who don’t love me

and hurt me just right.

sociopath or asshole.

i’m open to the possibility of being both,

in which case it’s over for me.

 

i’ve had a fixation on ending it all.

an uninspired, faux-romantic plan to move far away

and die in a fit of passion.

far enough not to cause a fuss,

slow enough to watch the entirety of my life

flash before my eyes

and squeeze in one last full release.

“masturbation seat”

©Steven Cuenca

6 thoughts on “masturbation seat

  1. to reference your title: WHAT is the DIFFERENCE between MEAT, and FISH?
    If YOU BEAT YOUR FISH “IT” DIES!!
    Alcohol is best for cleaning old tools and, for RACING.
    Death is over-rated… I HAVE a “CERTIFICATE”, but do have the “time” to WATCH the CHANGE that made Me douse my gullet / brain with a CASE of 12% beer, CHASING DOUBLE VODKAS… Thirty YEARS ago. Then, I went to the Powdered Coca LEAF, mixing it with the “necture” of the “Tufted Bi-Valve.
    Ridding one’s self of the STUPID, and THEIR “FRIENDS”, MAKES for “THE WISE OLD…”

    Thanks for stopping through.
    “D”

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  2. “but the year went fast,
    and it scares me to think of how much
    time was wasted thinking of better days
    and how to masturbate to them.”

    Cut “and it scares me” here. Good poetry should explain how you feel without spelling it out. And this is a great stanza, you don’t need to spell it out.

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  3. Just want to say I really liked this poem. Had an easy slip in vibe, brain tingling.

    Meno<3
    PS. don't change anything, the repetition of feel was fine, I didn't even notice it. Poetry is all about cadence, this has cadence.

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