Retired and tired for any physical activity bored and stored lots of wax in his ears, Swinging and singing the song of good old days in his thoughts he runs wild, yet rocking chair is where he stays. Geek and weak lacking immunity tweaking ears, keeping eyes on kids his sole responsibility Round and round inside in his ears he flips his only friends are now the tiny sticks called Q-Tips*. Coughing and laughing knowing he’s grown too old collecting waste from ears treating like the gold eventually now taking out the earwax is beating the pleasure of having sex. *The term "Q-tips" is often used as a genericised trademark for cotton swabs in the USA.
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oh my – what an interesting piece – chock full of metaphors. the picture in my mind is very sad, but it is real – for someday, too, this shall pass….
Not that sad really.. an old man, soaking in sun, keeping eyes on children, cleaning his ears.. that’s it 😛
i am afraid i am getting too serious for my own good:)
Nah! Totally normal, happens with me too, sometimes. 😉
you think i am normal? awww shucks:)
We in the USA call this “ear sex”. 🙂 it’s divine! I have it all the time. I could understand why, if he’s gone flaccid, he would replace it with the sensual art of ear sex. Great piece. I kept hearing it as a song – sung by Amos Lee
Wow! That’s an interesting information. Thank you!
Amos Lee, never heard him.. can you suggest some songs 🙂
Arms of a Woman – Soul Sucker is one of my favorites too –
Oh wow! What a beautiful voice.. I’m gonna explore him more for sure 🙂
Thank you so much for this. ❤
You’re welcome. I love his voice too. So calming.
Metaphors all over! Wow! A very powerful poem!
Thank you =)