Raw Stomach for Break Fast

Raw Stomach for Break Fast

A Poem by Hairy and Confused

How can a picture make you feel
he asks me,
shimmering pixels at the corners of a mouth
set in a searching line.
There’s something in my eye
I say, rubbing furiously.
There’s something wrong with my stomach;
I shat three times today,
and nothing came out,
only food, weak from digestion.


In my plastic chair by the window
I am ready for anything
but nothing comes.
Lying between him and the wall
I am ready for nothing
and everything comes
pouring from his eyes and his throat
and from between his legs.
Wiping my face delicately,
I kiss him goodnight,
and roll over.


The colours in his mind,
the ones that I can see,
make me sick with hope;
my frail premature heart
shivers at the thought.


Du verstehst mich falsch,
he says.


So I turn to the page,
with its beguiling shades of blue
and focus instead
on that dull vibration in my pants.


You’ve got me wrong,
I say.


He stared at me for weeks,
waiting for me to say something else,
but my lips were sealed
like a tomb.

by Philip Soliman

© 2009 Hairy and Confused

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I LOVE this!!!!!
Just the element & style of it is amazing.
I'm definitely adding this to my favorites.
Great write!

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Hairy and Confused
Hairy and Confused

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Friendly hairy Australian living in Melbourne. I write poetry and prose to avoid writing my Master of Fine Art thesis. more..