Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. considers himself the official spiritual advisor of his roommates, Gordot and Dwight—the first a goldfish, the other a Turkish Van cat. His works have been published in The Poetry Magazine, Moria Poetry Journal, Fogged Clarity, Everyday Poem, Loch Raven Review, The Buddhist Poetry Review, The Philippines Free Press, Troubadour 21, Full of Crow, Indigo Rising, Asia Writes, Triggerfish Critical Review, Troubadors 21, Gloom Cupboard, TAYO, Haggard & Halloo, and elsewhere. His first book, A Fistful of Moonbeams, was published by Kilmog Press in April 2010. His second book, Kleenex Theory, was published in 2015. He is busy anthologizing emptiness and boredom at the moment.
The claim that Klimt is the master
Of osculatory wonders,
Disasters, if you will, is a matter
Of conjecture —What Eve did
With the apple Darwin owned.
I am guilty of too many slip of tongues
Now I chose carefully who I want
To enter my room for the occasional
When I gave you the eye
I meant let’s meet someplace else
Not here where the trees touching my window
Would talk about our awkwardness at night
Birds field the questions
Very often to my embarrassment
[image: Silhouette Kiss | Christian Schulze]