Rum reminder

Till the days I forget
the taste of salt water,
I took me from myself
with each port I anchored.
In the days I forget
the taste of salt water,
I put me in myself
with a rum reminder.

— A Charles Bukowski hints to himself of himself.

Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
September 8, 2015

A poet’s story never ends

She was wise enough to not trust a poet.
He was foolish enough to act like one.
She left words as a parting gift.
Two words. Take care.

The poet could never open the gift.
He now roams weaving lies from words.
He throws them into the hearts of women.
He then leaves as soon as a poem is written.

Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
April 7, 2017