An ‘almost’ decision in this instance is
as full and as final as the real thing;
fast as my fingers can type it I’m into
agreeing something’s there – if I can
stop being too corporeal to see it.
You’d say six shots of vodka from the
freezer at midday normally wouldn’t give
clarity but I’m making pizza while midst
decision – and who’s to say inspiration
isn’t pending public recognition?
I’m not a nuisance as my social graces
affirm and there is no liability extant –
except for decadent traits too passé even
for my own taste but pizza explains it isn’t
malignant or particularly unsavoury.
This is an expression of where I’d like
to be if someone comes to eat; like
saying this is me at midday today – in
the middle of a decision. I agree you
shouldn’t really care if words rhyme.
© 13 February 2010, I. D. Carswell