My Poetry

i get the itch

when i’m bored

and alone

take my phone out

for fuel

indulge

in other’s work

to feel that tingling

sensation

rising higher

and higher

on my inner totem pole

i use my right hand

in a flurry

a frenzy

a self-indulgent exercise

throw my head back

as i finish

know i’ll be sedated

for a while

(i may as well be masturbating.)