FEATURE: Place & Time Poetry

a Marinarena collection

Tai O Catch 22


A March Day in NYC, 2020

Happy Place



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.







Poetic Graphics- Original Marinarena Poetry, 
Prose and Quotes

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Harmless you arrive
@wanting to cling around me
why do I cringe you?

Other Fish
sure, there are other
fish in the sea 
but they are
still so cold-blooded


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