On Writing

Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache

Ode to my moustache soft nowafter a pair of weeksgrowingfrom black dotsin pink skinlike seeds intasty fruitgrowingwith the hormonalhurry of my moontimepreparationtender pimplesdistracting my eyesas you lengtheninto a velvet fieldof darknessgrowingdespite your rightto be thereI spread coldsmelly Nair overyou in vainwait ten minutesfeel the tingling burnthen wipe you offwith a tissueyour pieces drowning in gooyou are the… Continue reading Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache