The game was to make home-made
piña colada taste more like strained
pineapple, as it is supposed to be –
seems crème coconut’s the grandly
ameliorating influence on opulence
& savour but lavishes more than it
subtly blends, so I’m filtering it –
sure the rum doesn’t give a damn
Now it’s clear, with alluring scent
of intrigue and flavour enough to
metaphorically die for – near true
as dreamland to origins, allowing
me the perfect means to feel I’m
about to be penitently content
© 8 December 2011, I. D. Carswell
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