woe is me

the cold tiles of the floor

cracked and dirty
in the dim light of the vacant condemned house
still give white hot retort of light
as the sun begins its swift race across its
scarred surface

that echo of light reveals
graffiti on the wall like a murderous shout
imploring the readers to have relations with themselves
the room has a thick stench
and its shadows are infested with the unknown
theres no door

she sits in the bathtub
her dark clothes leaves her face a
floating apparatus of spoken words
as she without any real warm emotion displays
a working knowledge of the
anatomy of  her girlfriend who left her here
the poor missing girl suffers from apparent diseases
defects of the mind and
has an inability to close her legs
i express my sympathy
my female companion throws something at me

i could have left hours ago
but this girl shouldn't be here at all
let alone be here by herself
so i carve these words to mend the time
and forever lock to page
the glorious fun to be had in
such delightful company as our  semi-conscious
female bathtub surfer
too monkey-nuts-spun to be moved
it is optional how you spend your days
i choose the 'functionally broken' path today
woe is me
woe is me