Obsession

not interested in cooking
your dinner, washing your socks,
or playing with your knob,
I'm not going there..
so stop drooling over your pint..
thinking on..
urgh I can feel you seeping already
the mucas snails slither upon..
time and indifference has cured
all fairy tales of romance,
and here I am destined to remain
in my brick by brick painstaking
self laboured tower..
impervious to all.
only a dream in youth.
smashed into reality..
by a man,
beat a path to my door
through whores, procrastinators
and fornicators,  I am still home.
she sits
sipping soda pops in her
black and white world,
its Casablanca..
cast in stone
Play it again, Sam I am..
play it again
and again
and again..
till you get lucky..