I found a sesame seed on my face
and then I realised…
Oh yes,
I ate some sesame seeds
before
(that explains it).
I rubbed my eye.
It burned.
and then I realised…
Oh yes,
I cut some chilies
before
(that explains it).
I wrote a poem
when drunk
and then I realised…
Oh yes,
I’m not a poet.
After a big night in 2005, I wrote this in permanent marker on a napkin in my sleep. When I awoke it was stuck to my inner thigh, with the word ‘rub’ imprinted there.
Should have got it as a tat.
‘rub’.
Not a bad message.
try some uvasal tums, just to avoid hangover poetry
what is sesame anyway…? is it a street? is it a way to open secret doors……??
One morning a few years, I woke up with a block of cheddar cheese stuck to my shoulder.
I need to find someway of tying in this gourmet poetry on BA Foodies… too good to pass up…