Ejaculated Misery

Shaking and trembling
on uneven wheels burnt with holes

broken and disjointed
like punctured nerves
the lines try to stand

pulling up a straight face
to muscle out a say
grabbing hard at the picture
to salvage a meaning
and not to let it limp away

breathing down on the full-stop
beating out a climax
so the squeezed out last word
is not dry

ecstasy begins its deception
in seconds wipes itself clean
leaving behind the stain of impotency
to flush out
ejaculated poetry

while the orgasm ends
the protoplasm sinks
shrinking back
into misery