Today Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

is not a romantic day
and I can’t imagine
having sex
with dwarfs,
or wharfs,
or dogs,
or donkeys,
for perhaps
the first time
in my life.

today

is not so much a letting go
as a never wanting,
and so my thoughts
wander
to preparing my tax returns
and not to having sex
with the sun, the moon,
Saturn, or Uranus.

today

my nose grows
increasingly congested
and I have no desire
to love it up.

today

I give no thought
to romancing my cat
and my car
holds no allure.

today

the unspeakable
disorder
in my house
is no longer
a siren’s call
to the neater
parts of me

nor
do I yearn
to mix it up
with the nether regions
of Miss Universe.

today

is not
a romantic day
and so I sit alone,
cast a solitary shadow,
yearn for no one,
not because I am complete,
but because
I’m too weary
to reach,
too empty
to hunger.