Filth
I wake up with massive wood,
see your pillow, hard
from semen, salt, and waste
my morning cherishing stains.
Then I turn our past around,
soften up and stumble
to the bathroom you cleaned,
with showerheads now big enough.
Focus for a tiny bit, jerk off,
to watch most of it vanish as well.
I look for meaning, meaning now.
Shaving might for just a sec.
Lacking skin for deep enough,
I cut away all shallow, clean
fresh and bloody reasoning.
Leaving one stuck to the sink.
This filth, in shorts you washed
drinks his coffee black
out of a mug that moved along
us keeping my scarred chin up
and can still read your lips.
Benne van der Velde is a poet, bad playwright, former rapper/average singer and more. Always needing more. After thoroughly enjoying the Dutch slam poetry scene in the early and mid 2000s (wins in 7 cities + eventually a place in the Nationals of 2012) and performances at the Lowlands- and Parade festivals a/o, Benne successfully made the transition from the stage to paper by signing his first publishing deal etc, etc, etc.
‘Filth’- The original version, written in the poets native language, got published in his second official volume of poetry and an issue of the literary magazine Tzum (2005)