6th January 2014

Sonnet 87

Love is pure indulgence, the possessing

In a paper cup of latte estimate

Gulped by gulpers for fear of releasing

Their caffeine rush...the high's determinate.*

Big motors with blacked out windows granting

Delusions of privacy deserving

Special treatment from traffic wanting

To get home...a pedestrian swerving

Toolatecupinhandknockeddownnotknowing

Whyinalongtunnelwarmnomistaking

Brightlightbrightwhite at the end it's     growing...

The coffee cup as beggar's cup, making

A hopeful gypsy Roma cash - flatter

Love with fate, chance - or choice for that matter.


*Out of date: a term used in legal conveyances.