Frappes

It is like everything but the real thing, whatever 

that is; breathing, TV dramas - dissenting what 

matters when boredom overcomes frappes you 

thought you made real sense with; so who’s a 

guilty party to th’ heat becoming a languor you 

have to contend with when what happens isn’t 

even rationally connected t’ th’ nub of it; that’s 

the distraction we’re dealing with here, maybe, 

So we ice the Baileys - liberally pour milk on a 

wound of conscience indictable in most cases; 

though it is the slush of ages there’s hints of a 

contemporaneity somewhere back of it; it’s for 

real you’d like to ask, but tastefully demur to a 

flavour invading even immune common sense 

© 12 March 2015, I. D. Carswell