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.
peace | love | uBuntu
