The privilege of lying in on a Sunday
easily becomes an addiction, or the
product of artificial reasoning such
that pre-existing liberty discounts
itself odds-on for real challenges -
deciding who’s to be judge whether
too much largesse weighs the hands
already clapping slow-time applause
It isn’t who leans heavily who wins -
not in a court of coincidence where
the jurors slept next to each other
exchanging embraces for debate in
tokens of affective currency - we’ll
sleep on it again later they’ll agree
© 17 November 2013, I. D. Carswell
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