03 August 2013

Pleasured Excess

 

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Writing in bed beats freezing toes needlessly
under the desk – although this extravagance
suggests there’s softness now where a
‘hard
soubriquet’ used to be; - do indulgences like
these pose no traps for unwary poseurs, less
the toes consent – and we’ll be served words
worth blessing best of still flowing free, or is
it there a pleasured excess incongruity lies?

Hard to say when it sighs inoffensive warmth,
a spreading of contagion with wry potency, a
disease no less, its message with a freshness
of what will be a pleasure – the effete course
bests nobody who cares for small comforts &
finds that the words indeed
are still there
© 27 July 2013, I. D. Carswell