the walls
they’re white
does that mean they’re blank?
or merely full of hidden meaning?

what’s in a laugh?
is that sarcasm…
or that hollow choke burning
up from inside?

i’m so full of questions
do you think i’ll make it
to the point
of concentration?

or will i just buckle-
into a deep, orgasmic
scream
that will hurt your ears

and make you close your eyes
against the ferocity
and quickly clap-
your hands over your ears

oh…

...dont be unsatisfied
i’m the one who’s frustrated.