casual sex ..is it irrational?

i see you work at night, are you sexually amused? what's it like to have a room of guys encircling you? how she moves, how she walks. they all patiently await while the heat from in their pockets could burn marks into their legs. without your needs and your support she'd have a job the same as ours - nothing daring. would she miss a job that's sexual?

i'd sleep on the white tile lobby floor and pace until the time to visit starts. the bright lights are on but i'm away... how nervous a voice sounds on the phone. you agree when you check in at the desk . permission and trust in every move. i'd be beside you when they're done but i'll have to wait until i can call. the blood kept you home while i was gone.

there's a fire in the road where a frame is burnt and other automobiles are slowing down around the fire. lanes are backed up and people get all anxious inside. they've got a schedule to keep and don't want life to slip by. the siren and cube are coming up from behind. 1981 stereo is drowned from the sound. i see a car with an urge and a driver to control it.

You sit in the dark get nicked by the strobe light while we’re playing indoors.

We play in the bar, we play in the basement.
We play in a room where the mix isn’t right.

The help at the door, the age to get in, the artist is smug,

they don’t sound like they did.

We’re ready to move, the crowd is a stare.

the body dances to the beat of the noises from the street. as patterns grids and schedules go, we took a subway to the show. so give us this day our daily commute. on the bus in three piece suits. say goodbye, kiss and ride. on the way to the club, look outside. the movement kills in several ways, although we see it as delay. the steering wheel; a guillotine. the body dances to the beat.

i'm caught in excitement, an unusual spell. it's pure in a sense and abstract from our lives. we talked a lot, abstraction came into focus. her tales of the tour and a hardcore life were unmatched by the pop subculture in mine. we talked a lot and soon it would come into focus. there's no time for fighting, any sex is personal information not appealing to me in any sense at all.

left eye spins in circles, passives line the rail. they get no satisfaction from the electro-static breaks. a beat can't cut the passives loose they're afraid what we will say. no harm is done when you try it then hide. parts moving - keep moving. a cool collected life is a safe move... you heard that. you're unsure but its clear to us. come to terms, you're alone here observing.

i took two steps out of the door and i got two steps away and then i turned, the scream was calling. i could not resist. you could find a bead of light. one can cause the outside window to dull. pause until the evening turns and it's a.m. routine job or the pills. we're all on cable i.v. drips. let red cells pixelate us. constant help needed to unhook.