Another day poetry: How To Make Poetry

How to make poetry

You’re taking a glance

From unreachable distance

Not too ripe nor too raw

Deep inhale and then blow

Wash it, nurse it, and let it dry

If gone too soft, just give it a time

If too hardened and numb

Dew it with rum

Let the feeling come

Naturally, no force, no harm

Chop words and marks in various shapes

You don’t want your P made of formless tapes

Now warm your ambitions in a frying pan

And steam it all together until it’s tanned

Add a few table spoons

Of your heartfelt gloom

Salty tears for taste

And pepper embrace,

Work with your wrists

If such do exist

Light yet confident moves

And your favourite juice

Just a bit of course

To make it more yours

Let it rest in the wind

Find a good word with–ind

Now, be careful and strong

With the following row

DO NOT give it to try

To your relatives’ minds

They won't get your dear work

And the way you placed forks

Share with strangers your treats

They'll slow every beat

But before, don't forget

(To avoid regrets)

To try it yourself

Get a grip, free the nerve

Hate it, throw in the bin

Cry all over the scene

Spit on, kick and shout

And then bring it back out

Feel sorry and shame

For acting that way

Now be kind and eat

And do love it a bit

Prosaic excerpt of the Sunday: The Train and The Deviant Allegories

The Train and The Deviant Allegories

Tired, sticky bodies. Yes bodies. Not people. This city has eaten all their humanity. They're judgemental. Everything about you is wrong. Especially the way you breathe. Three little piggies sitting in front of me, watching me falling. Whose house will I blow away first piggies? My fingers are long enough to do it with one hand. But I'm just cowardly typing and killing you on this little pixelated page. Ohmygod! Who’s that filthy smelly piggy? Is it you in the middle? I see you’re not even trying to hide the rest of your dinner that has stacked in that silly plump mouth of yours. Silly piggy. Look there is a black goose playing around. He has taken piggy’s place and he’s an arrogant stupid goose. You’re going to be cat food goose, - says one of piggies. But goose doesn't reply, he doesn't speak piggies’ language. Hello piggies! I got a place! Pretending here to be one of you. What does it look like? I bet you'd be happy to be skinned alive only to avoid seeing me sitting. Silly piggies. Even goose has checked me out, piggies. Silly you, goose. I'm going soon, piggies. But piggies do not understand me, they’re only underestimating me. But hey, my autograph is on all your bums. And it’s sundown. And it’s time for me to go.

I slap piggies’ bums and they are squeaking and hurrying towards the barn.