Let's look inside

One last time

For the hurricane light

And the aftertaste

of a sloppy night

Words lend a hand

To crippled plots that demand

The last audience

How much for the pretence?

Stooped so low

To caress, press

And to let those animals grow

Words make my reality

Opinions my frailty

Ideas are only words in the sky

Spit out like sperm and die

"You're cute" she says

I get cuter as drinks progress

And the God departs

Easy to undress

Harder to redress.

Adoito Haroon lives in New York.