A Weekend With The Mollusks Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Everything hurts the way black and white hurts
The way an envelope hurts when you open it
And Paris not seen is still Paris on TV and in books

And a squid has hooked tentacles
And a professorial attitude
Accompanies me (riding shotgun) to a friend's home for a weekend visit

Nothing quite feels the same as nocturnal looters
Carrying away that blockage
Bless the looters - they made our minds intermingle

And the squid laughed and said
"Let's flip a coin. Ha! You got tails! "
"Guess you'll be sleeping on the couch. I'll take the room."

But that's alright
I can touch alright
I can shove alright
I can use alright as a doorstop