Land Of The Effete

There’s no way to confuse th’ predilection 

for coffee at 4 am; whether a substitute off 

the shelf ‘creed’ for sultry urges bested, or 

disinvested by the disjointing wrack of age, 

when you’re at this stage it’s less a bonus; 

as others slink into dreams, you savour an 

espresso made without onus by The Lady 

of Intrigue suggesting it subtly first place - 

Then there’s a contortionist’s view of how 

you manage to resurrect your body’s less 

than affable disinclination to be upright or 

seated erect in a bed where brew sipping 

is a possibility - sigh as you might, it’s the 

right & proper thing to do as appreciation 

And succeeding - seeing the mist shroud 

lift off the creek to blend with a tree line it 

usually disdains - as sips of coffee rearm 

amiability redirected from the voluptuary, 

a sense of proportion regains its feet; so 

we’re back in a land of the effete again 

© 18 December 2015, I. D. Carswell