I’d prefer to not Rekal

I have poison envy for where I put words.
It has ceased to exist.
I have a desire to be so cos —
it can be gone,
and come back in a differen’ name.

So if life could be the same —
memories backed up;
and come back in a differen’ name.
Perhaps a suspended animation like an xml file.

I count on Elon Musk.
I get his pursuits, his endeavors.
Everything else is a saturation;
a dull,
a bore.

This fly trapped in life’s glass
wants to go to Mars.

But who am I foolin’; I know
when I come back from a holiday from life,
I’ll choose the same name
and the same old bitter memories —
I’ll choose the same game.

For the first HisColumn
Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)

April 2017