Sausage & Bean Pie
Place: Oxford, England ; Time: 2007
Letting myself go
that British holiday one July,
I came to discover
sausage & bean pie
and how ... to let go
of a lover.
I found more comfort
in having that pie
than with him,
craved to devour the porky flesh
than to take it from my lover.
I appreciated the consistency of that pie
but could not tolerate anymore
the denseness of my lover,
found that pie marvelously crumbly-
but adversely flaky my lover.
What a delectable affair I had!
I delighted in the few moments
each time with my pie
than with the old guy
Yes, really!
Mainly in Oxford ,
along St Giles-Cornmarket street
and at the Covered Market,
I had my fresh substitute for love-
a savory pie.
Just in a few weeks,
I lost the appetite of my old lover
He was chopped liver
becoming putrid well beyond taste-
and thought !
Some could judge me badly
but I heartily indulged
in that scrumptious pie,
much more than I ever did in him-
and I did not dare to fight the bulge.
Why, I was on holiday!
I was not inclined
to deny myself,
as I had before
with my old lover back home.
RANDOM POETRY
miscellany washed ashore...
a curious poem on a Nirvana tee and Kurt Cobain
From the PEBBLES COLLECTION...
JUST LIKE A GOLFER
Just like a golfer
poetry takes its sweet time
God, I can't stand golf!
THE ROCK
Stumbling upon
the rock, I stretched open arms
and landed softly
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