22 May 2009



If it is too complex to
understand in embrace
of four glasses of gin
you have a problem

Like ‘esoteric’ concerns
poets own; secret or highly
confidential feelings you’re usually
persona non gratia to

Or were meant to be. But here,
at gin #5, you realise –
it is
the scent of a ripe Jack Fruit
on the bench

Right next to the gin,
now empty, right where it
should be to invite unrestrained
gustatory reflex...

© 2 March 2009, I. D. Carswell