so my life suck, but it's not like i'm upset about it or anything crazy like that, i'm soon to be carless, and ondce that happens, i will be jobless, unless one of these 3 fucking gas stations that i have been talking to actually call me back and decide that my my fucking great work. heather's gettin h ged and shit goin, so thats good, i miss her, but it's just like being single, except i can't hit on any cute girls, not that i could actually do that anywasy. but yeah, hence my terrible delemma, ....am i making sense, i'm really tired, haven't been able to get a good nights sleep in a long ime, soooo much to worry about. 
oh, the poem is about sex - but as a metaphor for spiritual experience. basically, it's about fucking god.