The places
We orbit and the places we land
When we are like magnolias
In summer, quenching
Each day, holding it so tight,
Like God was trying
To take it all away from you,
Not knowing whether the places we land,
Are tarmacs or rocky ground,
And still we land, knowing
That the unsuspecting instinct,
Tells you that it is perfectly Ok,
To get lost, so lost, in the night,
And not to resurface at dawn.
And all you are at sunrise
Is a rum whore and a sex-drunk.
As dead as the mattress at a cheap hotel,
Too hungover to know, that the night before,
Had just been pimping out the rum,
While the body was soaked
By a woman, who at 10 AM the following morning
Was finally steady enough,
To look pleasing to the eye.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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