Poem 066: Freaky World Poem by Samer Madbak

My world and I are odd duality
So congruent in unconformity,
He persecutes me, challenging me oft
But I select retiring to my loft
O’er taking up the gauntlet, victory
Is his, I fall apart, but even then,
So lovingly, he props me up again.

My world and I are but a couple quaint
Who exercise their craze without restraint,
For he assaults me, out of sympathy,
And in requital I, elatedly,
Give in; choosing to nurse defeat, I faint,
He sings his triumphs, O but even when
I’m crumbling he recruits me once again

My world and I are amity bizarre
Forev’r engaging in fantastic spar
He deals me blows but little do I care
As I would rather truckle to despair
Than fight, his buffets I choose not to bar,
I rupture, but before I count to ten
He aids me up…to thrash me once again!


Blaouza
August 11th 1989