a handful of - in another eternity

started a great day with gardening, changing hamster water and everything else but revising. kudos to the great N.A.N.A. for exalting procrastination to heights it never imagined possible :) anyway... truddling around SGH (my 2nd home! really! and dr johan shall be my godfather) in its stupidly (like, honestly, larh) bright orange shuttle buses (sustained by my overtly inflated consultation fees, no doubt) i thought of asking for ideas to create new poems on. So i shall now try my hand at creating a few short titbit sized poems for my nice friends who contributed the topic inspirations :D

Sexlogy (that means a collection of six, by the way) (hehehehe... i KNOW what you were thinking!) - the 1st: BIG HIPS ARE DESIRABLE

undulating
this immense obstruction
barrier; hindrance; whatever you may
blocking and i can't see where
i was intending to go
before you conveniently (or not)
intruded on my breathing space (and fifteen others')
by
sashaying
into my path - and theirs


indistinctly
before i could snap my cursory

-- and then i heard
snatches of
(unobtrusive)
"and big hips meant you could bear more children and AH MA'll laugh all the way
till the next year"--

"excuse me!"

it suddenly occurred to me
old people don't really understand the trade off
between more children
and the cost of me
getting lost
behind your big
(surprise)
behind.

-- contributed by Denise Yuen, miss menage e trois cum currently attached with 2 gf and 1/2 a bf and 1 eye candy.

Sexlogy -- the 2nd: ODE TO THE PURPLE BRINJAL DOOM

(poet's whining pretext: PAM. for the last time, stop being so apologetically cheem, what the heck is this??? and purple brinjals mean you crave for erotic and powerful sex, according to mssr.s freud and jung! haha didn't know you had THAT in you, girl.)

[peeking around the corner she got the shock]

of her life
because
frankly

falling involuntarily
down the upsettingdisgustingabominable mess
of purple brinjal innard slime
wasn't her idea of
recreation
(let alone procreation)

but that wasn't the point

she has no will over the advancing
intimidating
purple bully

so slide she will
to her own undoing -

* that's the best i can do so stop gawking for goodness' sake and rejoin your mandibles and maxillae!!! who asked pam to come up with such a funny topic. :)

Sexlogy -- the 3rd: ENHANCED ZUCCHINI

sterile white dissecting light
renders
the already lifeless
even paler

urges the meek to gasp in sympathy
and the bold to forge on (just do it, it has to be done)

i hesitate
never was a daring surgeon, i never was
not when i just graduated a month ago
with bare passes
in incision and anatomical recognition

but the chief surgeon frowns glaringly
behind the starched whites

cannot refuse cannot retrace my steps
back to my comfortable dark secret hole of reassurance
that i can (able to, qualified to, trusted to)

make the first cut

i am about to cut myself up in fear
for not making the cut (oh, the pun, the puns)

somewhere in the green corridors the nervous relatives are moaning in anxiety
and still i cannot proceed
past the smug little demon residing in my guts
shaking its harpoon at me
and hissing an assured NOOOOOOOO up to my heart
[and i'm being driven crazy by myself over this little - ]

"no, i don't think i will."
and i exit the operating site
ashen faced

and the white-clad chef removes the accursed zucchini from the table





and i give thanks for small favours.

-- contributed by ME! under influence of kn, of course. and aiwo. :D

Sexlogy -- the 4th: BLOOD DONATION

tempted
beyond reasonable doubt
to infuse new life into others

hurts like a small antbite
(plump pleasant Red Cross lady cajoles me into the voluntary bloodletting)
minuscule pressure
minimum pain
maximum life-saving kudos and deitification

have to test how an antbite feels like before i agree

aiming for the back of my hand and
bite.

minuscule pressure
minimum pain
and 2 small puncture sites.

time to trim my fangs

and someone please revive the kind Red Cross lady
(she doesn't seem to take well to kind hearted vampires)

-- contributed by ME again! :D well the bus passed by the HSA so i thought of it. :)

Sexlogy -- the 5th: PET SHOP SUBTERFUGE

aim
and shoot

caught in the cross fire
ZIPZIPWHAMBHOOOOMCRASHZIPZIPCLANG

my surroundings just exploded
[find new cover]

i crouch low
behind a stunted stack of
wood shavings

they'd spot me - and soon
i stand
and fire blindly

they reply gamely with a volley of shots
that find home

as i lie
possibly dying
of multiple gunshot wounds
i only have time to think:




who'd have thought hamsters could be so vicious -

-- contributed by PAMBAM. :D haha.

Sexlogy -- the 6th: NUT POPPING FOUNTAIN

whimsical
psychedelic
fun

as you twirl me around your little finger

i lose myself drunkedly
in your

silly self-centred advances

somewhere in the background
a red-striped-white-aproned old man
stoops
conscientiously
over his reliable
nut popping machine

we both emit high pitched whines of protest
as he cranks its rusty handle
and you crank mine.

-- contributed by KORNEHWOMAN.. :D

time for my TV show. 6 poems is the END of my life. i need a stiff restorative. *stumbles off groping in search of the abovementioned stiff restorative*

by the way, my doctors are all bald or balding. this just further goes to prove that intelligent male species HAVE to lose their hair before being intelligent male species. maybe a poem about them. NEXT TIME. (growls dangerously at anyone trying to insinuate a new poem topic now)