Slippery

There was this poem, last night, as I was drifting off
And lazy as I am, I couldn’t quite reach it with my mind,
(Hands not supporting the idea of lights on and typing).
It slipped away like a failed sneeze or empty orgasm
(When the fingers move just wrong),
Leaving me to dream in deep frustration.

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