Discombobulated, hanging free
where grapes grow ably in jackfruit
trees, coursing and cursing incessantly
there go I wilfully with I and me.
Distanced minutely from one-eternity
finite and foolish so calamitously greedy
foppish, frenetic, unconscionably needy
and yes it’s true, ‘tis I and me.
I hide in the leeward of marketing signs,
grieving for times, serendipitous wine,
steward of easy munificence sublime
condoned as contracted reality.
Come swing with me in my jackfruit tree
try my grapes as big as your head, shake
the lead out of your lethargy, climb into
this tree – come coursing with me!
© I.D. Carswell 2006
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