9.6.07

Nothing...

Nothing

I slathered grease
On my tongue
For infinity
To slip in

My finger
Now slick
Probed into the tunnel
Of my throat
The belly’s fire
Set the heart aflame
The hiss
Brought out a serpent
Slithering phlegm

I had retained nothing.

~FV

10 comments:

circle said...

blogR
Wow!!!
What an articulate poem about,"Bulimia"!

FV said...

It could be about bulimia, but since I do not identify with it, perhaps it could also be about something else???

I love metaphors:-)

Usama said...

You put olive oil to cure a throat problem?

Usama said...

May I add that I have a hugeeeeeee crush on your writings...both here and on chowk...dont EVER stop !

FV said...

Usama:

It isn't a throat problem...and I should hope I do not stop. Even if I do, there is always olive oil; it is meant forever.

Beej.Kumar@gmail.com said...
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Usama said...

FV: a little more olive oil and you'll also be singing like frank sinatra :D

Beej: Caves are nice, and I'd love you to come...we are allowed to eat all things vegan :D

FV said...

Usama:

Do I know you? The reason I ask is because at a get-together I did sing 'Strangers in the night'...without the help of olive oil!

PS: I am afraid but a certain person's posts are being deleted, so those who reply will have to just accept this as part of this blog's policy. I wish people followed at least some modicum of courtesy.

Usama said...

FV: Unfortunately (!) you dont know me personally....eerie coincidence about the frank sinatra thing though! And I think Beej meant it in a lighter vein, just like my reply.

FV said...

Yes, indeed, a co-incidence.

Re. the 'lighter vein', it wasn't merely this once and it isn't always like that. See my comment in Rains.

I have my reasons.

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