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
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