Under the Cold Stare

up above
   frolic and stomp
   entertaining the love
of lust; double pump.

popsicle in pair
   over-conditioned air
   the filament with only darkness to bear
extinguished and under the stare.

waste is the key
   throbbing in pockets
   mine turns on nothing
for fear of the evil sockets.

pass the aggression
   print to portrait page
   cowardly intention
playing the performance but avoiding the stage.

stick it away
   let me burn
   sweating the days
that i'll never return.