POETRY
The Shrimp and the Apple
Free verse poetry
I hope you have experienced this
And I am not alone,
You know the one
Meeting for the first time,
Pleasant kind company.
The shrimp bowl of death
Was presented to me,
Years of practiced
Emotional face contortion
Kept buried in the corner of
Of emotional embarrassment,
The one children have yet to learn,
I wish I was a child right now.
Chewing on overripe shrimp noodles
At the back of my mouth
Lessens the pungent taste that
Seems somehow to rise up into
The nasal cavity with a strong
flavour of shrimp, I must not gag.
I have been through many a Tattoo pain
I know I can get through this
Test of will with determination
As I throw seeds, green leaves and
Sour mango in the mix, discrete
Gulps of water will wash it down.
Apples sit in a bag opposite me,
Lovely juicy red apples!
My plate is now empty,
The apples taken from the bag.
Oh yes, apple my apple!
I can’t wait to bite on this luscious beautiful
Red apple! Relieving me of this
Pungent shrimp sensation
As still, it lingers on my palate of death.
What, a knife?
The slowest peel in the
history of mankind
Is now undertaken as this
Lucious juicy red apple
Is skinned to death!
I don’t like to hurry time on
But feck me!
Give me that feckin’ apple!
With an expression as if I don’t
Mind waiting for the apple.
This was indeed the best apple
In the history of the world!
Shrimp taste? Huh, begone shrimp taste.
This is the kind of apple Adam would have left Eve for,
Saving the planet from the human race.
However here I am with the apple
From Eden too late to save the human race.
The apple, from Eden?
Well, Eden was the little sticker on the apple skin…
Thank you for reading. J.
