Masturbating with a headache / Masturbating with a stomach virus

By Tohm Bakelas 

 

 

masturbating with a headache

 

the moonlight

shines off the snow

and into my home

illuminating the perimeter

of the dark room.

outside the rustling leaves

sound like chains being dragged

by giants

crunching snow

under glass boots

handcrafted by Cthulhu

himself.

something scales

the exterior wall

scaring the cat

whose imagination

is obtuse

but more existent

than many

I know.

 

 

Masturbating with a stomach virus

 

after I vomited all over myself twice

and the bathroom floor three times

and after I shit so many times I lost count after 19—

however later skimming through text messages

sent to friends during a period

I thought I was dying

leads me to believe it’s closer to 26—

twelve hours later,

after all that,

I was feeling better,

good enough to jerk off

and believing this was the way to enlightenment

I nearly passed out finishing the act

and when the room stopped spinning

and I regained strength

I cleaned up

all the wasted semen

on my belly,

another unborn child,

another unborn life,

and soon afterwards

I wrote this

poem then fell asleep

 

Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. 
 
Facebook: @Tohm Black
Instagram: @flexyourhead
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