Don’t Fear an Apology & other poems
Too hot to hide under sheets
Mandu lay naked in bed
Her back sticky from sweat
A voice echoed in her head
Get up, get up, get up!
There’s so much to be done
Mandu couldn’t lift a finger
So she let her nose run
The walls absorbed the smell
Of dirty clothes and dirty dishes
Inconvenience became a stalker
Fish curry ceased to be delicious
Her thoughts could be no louder
And her tongue only played dumb
Starting to feel like stone
Mandu waited for sleep to come
COMPANY OF TWO
Most incongruent buddies brought together
Confirmed bird brains of the same feather;
A European genius nestled in the tropic
His land welcomes our maestro, brown and myopic;
Sat with drinks, comparing the weather.
DON’T FEAR AN APOLOGY
If you think you’d lose face, I’m afraid you are wrong
When you notice a mistake, never take too long
Wisdom will only point at today
Tomorrow will always be too far away
To accept your regret can only make you strong.
The Epitaph Of Vincent Vaseline
TO WHOEVER MAY FIND THIS
It is with great struggle that I am able to let you in on a secret. Not by virtue of secrecy, but as a function of my stoic tendencies. I’ve been running for fourteen fortnights and am on the edge of losing my well deserved inertia; The hands of the clock burn my insides like the one from between the buttons. Damn the world if I lose this race!
A disorganized jellyfish floats in panic inside my skull
Hopping from bullet to bullet
On my list of undone things
But out of luck I’m down here stuck
In the grave of a boiled vegetable.
-Vincent Vaseline (Yesterday – Tomorrow)
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