positions

had all of them, positions,
just cannot bend my bones
nor my heart, but a fuck
in the head is painful

i had it, o holiness, love,
my third eye got
all blurred, i tell you,
deliciously perverted,

a torture turning
desire to headache,
the body dangling
from a noble soul

a brainwash for
kisses,  orgasms
shredded for dogs,
embrace for sadness

had all of them, positions,
attitudes, pains and kicks,
went for a bath, for fresh air,
finally found: no.

and found yes.
no to mind fucks,
yes to me
and to this day.

no more prisons,
no traps, just my
normal fucking days,
to eat, to shit, to sleep.

well, maybe i should write like Bukowski? 
no. i won't imitate.
just sometimes..i  write bad poems ....
should be silent. better.