Shaky Hands

My hands were huge in his wake and I noticed it when we were alone. I got that queezy, nuerotic, apocoliptic, too old for this shit, feeling...You know the one that sends up red flags instead of rocket ships? His tongue felt clumsy, as sudden and as jerky as an earth quake. The tears rolled down my disapointed face. I was riding piggyback on a memory... Again...No closer to intimacy or even the hope. It certainly must be "Me Time"... There is no time for teaching you time. I must be suffering for art or karma or something much less dignified. I know what its supposed to feel like, smell like, taste like, like like... I woke up too tired to sleep or erase it.