Two Lesbian Worms

This is a natural phenomenon observed by my friend and scientist Arleen

 

Two lesbian worms

(To Aeleen whose informative article inspired this)

The calling from the cloud have brought them out.

An undefined joy prevail senses and cautions.

Monsoon dampness touches their skins. The worms.

The sensors are catching that feeling, peculiar, odd.

The vapors of virtue, dirt and rain rise.

Probing boys’ sticks seek fun on their bodies.

They shrink and try to peter out right there.

Still then the empty feelings of

fragmentary pleasure are on them, into them.

They can’t fantasize.

Can not imagine the reasons of cruelty.

Is it the array of the nature?

Perhaps. They roll into a zero….

Reviews

[Brett Campaigne]

This is one of the best poems i've read here in awhile. You weave a captivating metaphor of the presence and absence of interspecies compassion, and one also sees several other facets of meaning the spread out from this poem like a web. Texture is used to anchor meaning, but to colour and reveal the world around it. The poem is focused and, though free, has a sweet verbal rhythm.