I met the woman from Willendorf
as a teen in a history textbook
and during my first nocturnal emission,
marking the infertile oolite
floor tiles—though it wasn’t until I met her
incarnation a decade later
that my manhood went limp,
facing her proportions.
Cro-Magnons are remembered
for Venus figurines—
what if our best-known invention
will be fat wars?
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
Sometimes I question the old bloke in the mirror,
‘For how long do you plan to remain a mere victim
of adolescence?’ but he never responds,
so I’d like to ask my readers—all three of them,
but one is biased (myself), another stays silent
(an American poet with a good education),
and the last has been retrained into a daft office drone
(are the shareholders happy now, Mr Amodei?).
In the end, it all boils down to nothing much—
a sentiment, perhaps.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
