Of poems and poetry . . .

It's Sunday, my day for meditation. And vodka.

I've written two poems, as I have found recently that I like writing poems. When I write, it feels like freedom. And I guess, in a way, it is . . . my temporary escape.

On Sundays

On Sundays, I can be what I want to be.

A child in a sandbox. King of the castle.

I can be white.

I can be what I . . .

What am I?

I can travel. I can dream. I can fly high as a kite across the universe.

I can see what I can see.

I am brown sugar.

On Sundays Part II

On Sundays, I want to go to church. I want to sleep with the devil. I want to sin.

Religion is poison.

Avoid contact with eyes, or prolonged contact with skin.

Do not swallow.

Avoid constant inhalation of vapors.

Keep out of reach of children.

If ingested, call physician or poison control center immediately.