Saturday, February 21, 2009

Dr.Joylove

a small pace on my hip, this small mound of flesh. Has gone unlooked at for years. Dr. Joylove told me that most people get touched daly. Most people are loved by gods one time or another. A kind of man to make you feel lost. like the way you do when you go to see a move at 3pm and get out at 7om and its dark, where did your life go? Dr. Joylove tells me that my hip has never been kissed, he takes a white glove to show me that dust. How has this happend I think. But how can it be that of all the men to touch me none have touched me. How was it that they left nothing behind, i left a part of me behind with each one. like whats his name i thought that he liked me a little, he never called back but we had fun.


after more tests Dr. Joylove informs me that its true im dry. He tells me that my hips are cold and may never warm up to anothers touch. Your hills will become hit by wind stome and will blow away. you will waste and become lost and alone. He looks me in the face and says "son do you have a cat?" My face here goes white. That is all he need to know. I'm sorry there is nothing you can go. Go home to your cat.