Hitting Puberty

I've finally hit puberty

as a writer.

Every word I touch

turns to gold.

Every phrase I coin,

every term, every sound,

turns to gold.

Even when its shit, 

I shit gold.

My black letters float

in a sea of milk.

Sweet milk, virgin milk.

Full of nutrients and fat

and taste. 

 

Grammar and form

course through my blood.

I've become a god. 

THE God. The only God.

That ever was or ever will be.

 

Hemingway & Dickinson & Flaubert

Fitzgerald & Kael & Sassoon

Cohen & Syskel & Ebert

have all begun to prepare the pantheon

for my arrival.

 

I must go now,

the power's been gone too long.

Must get the electrician.

 

I call him and he says,

"I'll get there when I get there stop calling you little cunt!"

and hangs up.

The poor critter doesn't know that I'm God. 

- Ritvij. 23/July/2022. At home, Raebareli.