when you arrive tomorrow
i will not be there
the key of the door is found
just beneath the earthen jar
at the porch
there is an orange cat with
one eye
it is not ours but
we have become friends
after i feed it
with a fish that we have not
eaten for 3 days
we have not seen each other
since then
after we made love in
the kitchen
i will not be home for a week
you know the reason
if you have some questions
talk to the orange cat
it will tell you some important matters
that i haven't told you
listen to every meow that he says
it is rich with metaphors
about lust and longing.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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