Guest Post: Master of Your Domain - a response poem

The poem below is a response by Paul Pindris to my poem Poopoo or Sex. My poem in itself was a response to a blog post about a quotation from Charles Bukowski. Paul is a great response poet so look out for him on Google+.

Master of Your Domain

Just minutes can we all forsake
The breaths that most for granted take.
One’s thirst, there’s but three days to slake,
Though weeks to eat, before the grave.
Since Eden’s loss we suffer bare,
And so must have but aught to wear.
The weather, often harsh, indeed,
Demands a refuge ‘gainst that need.

But things that each need to survive
Are more than what keeps us alive.
Regardless of what clock we keep
Eventually we all must sleep.
A wish to put off when to void --
We might delay, but can’t avoid.

The urge to mate, too, ceases not.
With puberty is cast our lot.
Though some immerse in God or Art,
Those carnal thoughts never depart.
If all alone, with no recourse,
A fantasy serves well, of course.

Paul Pindris

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