GARNISH

GARNISH

I have eaten crocodile
which means, in the grand
scheme of things

I am
one up on you

bacon and
rice-pudding being,
to the best of my knowledge
neither forbidden
fruits; nor
in any way exotic vegetables
such as might
truly flavour my poetry,
garnish this
particular text

it’s only my love life
that could possibly be
considered spicy

huge flesh fetishes here
and commodification
of lust interesting to see

where it leads, this stripping
away of the rituals that
assure satisfaction
via surfeit of sensuality

to that austere conjunctive
morality and cold, soulless

pornography, rapid-fire supremacies leading to
ultimate in
orgasm, true
labour-system test

the less hint of nuance,
imaginatively the best

I have
eaten crocodile, like
eating river itself.