may I taste sour fruit…

this life,
this thicket,
thorny & convoluted,

through which we shuffle,
stagger,
stumble,

each of us,
alone,
together,

makes us all,

mutual recipients of life’s soul-destroying pains,

& relentless struggles,

& ‘the just getting by-ness of obscene free-market madness’,

and so,

my hope is that,

always,
always,
& I mean fucking always …

taste the pungence  (not a word) of sour fruits,

or else I couldn’t possibly savour,

the sweet odd moment,
smile,
laugh,

kiss.

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