A friend asked for my blog's URL, after I mentioned how I was inspired by mrbrown to start blogging. And I lied that I have deleted the blog, inferring that I have not been writing.
I know I need to write what I want to write. Having someone I know reading this blog will not do.
I wrote these poems recently. Due to the subject matter, the first one is for my eyes only, and in response to an online prompt on personal hygiene...
CW: masturbation
Midnight Train
Wire-thin black worms swim
in white sea under sparkling
sunlight.
Last night, they have fallen
from Adam's garden - the beginning
of half-life, wasted life,
a guilt trip
unflowering, a hot train pushing
faster, faster, heading into
sweaty dark, steamy white
through palm-walled tunnel,
bursts onto cotton terminal
in wild yellow rivulets.
This one was written in a twenty-minutes spur after a Sunday afternoon of reading...
Flight
For all its usefulness my rubber
band is gone. Whenever I had gone
too far, it would hold me
back. It has a perfect face: wrinkled,
no, crumbled by worries. White
wires as antennas for hair.
The most beautiful smile.
Warmth of spring, warmth
of a whole, seasonless island.
Yet the persistent, unseen tug.
The gravity against flight.
A cautious mask over mouth
and nose. Till in time the wings
itch, fight, steel the eyes
to cold stones. You don't look
back. Not even once.
I edited a haiku written some times ago...
Licking
This pen is a tongue
licking the sweet food of my
immortality.
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