succubus from the future

being with you was like
being with a thirty-thousand-pound robot
come back from the future
to crush souls,
taking its twisty reaching claws
its red-lit eyes blinkety blinking
menacing.
being with you was like
reading faulkner
i was all "huh?"
"what's the point here?"
and then i stopped halfway through
cause i didn't like it anymore
and the characters were kinda sucky.
being with you was like
being homeless
walking with a grocery cart
full of your lies and deceit
going home to my box
of your
overbearing...ness.
being with you
was like watching
"the surreal life"
for several hours,
eating guacomole
and cereal.
wait, i did that today.
that was cool.