An-O-Philis
I love watching a mosquito
torpedo to death
hands like stealth bombers
coming together at the point-of-impact
like a eunuch on Fridays
or any other day for that matter...
The fool spares the mosquito,
contemplating,
after all, it is my blood
that runs through
its veins
blood relations that count
for nothing,
a family lineage you hold on to
more out of habit than longing or
belonging for that matter...
Anopheles Confucius
That bastard philosopical insect
sat on your thigh
contemplating
how many of my brothers
and
sisters must have tasted of this
delightfully bitchy, Mangalorean blood.
It convulsed at the thought
and you unwittingly slapped your thigh
like a high-five
to long lost relatives
It was, in some way, even though
it was sucking your blood. More like...
at long last!
than long lost
Anopheles Confucius
That bastard mosquito on your thigh.
torpedo to death
hands like stealth bombers
coming together at the point-of-impact
like a eunuch on Fridays
or any other day for that matter...
The fool spares the mosquito,
contemplating,
after all, it is my blood
that runs through
its veins
blood relations that count
for nothing,
a family lineage you hold on to
more out of habit than longing or
belonging for that matter...
Anopheles Confucius
That bastard philosopical insect
sat on your thigh
contemplating
how many of my brothers
and
sisters must have tasted of this
delightfully bitchy, Mangalorean blood.
It convulsed at the thought
and you unwittingly slapped your thigh
like a high-five
to long lost relatives
It was, in some way, even though
it was sucking your blood. More like...
at long last!
than long lost
Anopheles Confucius
That bastard mosquito on your thigh.
Selected by theabbot |
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6 Comments:
beautiful an-o-philis, the little beast, getting high on your thigh.
Amazing...and even a little speechless at the way your poem exudes a raw power.
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.
It's the first time I'm commenting on a Caferati post. I think this poem is simply amazing. And you wrote this on a mundane thing like a mosquito bite.... Truly Amazing! So raw and captivating.
Rajni
Thanks for all the comments...
My first post on the blog and it played havoc with my formatting, so the poem has absolutely lost its form. Thankfully, not its energy as I gather from your feedback...
Two more haiku, both Issa.
Swarms of mosquitoes
but without them
it's a little lonely.
~ Issa (trans. L. Stryk):
What good luck!
Bitten by
This year's mosquitoes too.
~ Issa
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