Nuts, finally!
I have made myself strong
Too strong for love, and
I have weaknesses none.
There must be some
Bacteria or a host of other
Micro-cornucopia, sebaceous gnats
Reaching for the dangling – well, hardly – part
Of my crotch,
They stretch in the empty air
I know they are there
But they can, not touch me
Because I do not let me touch
The porcelain’s seat, its squeaky white;
Between waking from dreams that are
My other lives, mostly unlived (though
Some are dignified, others are crude, bizarre!)
I feel and flail for it
The familial sound of the heaving ground
The seismic – what else could it be? – whir of its fan’s blade
Gathering pace, going thump, thump, thump
In my mind’s brain and strangely – or not so strange –
They bring me peace, for them I know,
Heartbeats, and all my own!