Apology for the Alcoholic Tangerines

Its the reader’s job to select the ones that are still good.

Poems calcify to a point where they cannot be altered 

Sometimes they rot 

It's not as if there is no risk in eating an alcoholic tangerine

Many a monkey has fallen down

Whose reach went beyond his grasp

Disappearing below into a stupor 

Of careless intellectual indulgence

That said they are good

Desirable with an edge of danger

Tangible with an unexpected dash of beauty
A bright citrus juice burst in the mouth
And not devoid of nutrition 
Those who go without poetry too long
Develop a scurvy of the mind.

There is not enough thirst in this culture. Too much Satiety not enough thirst.

Where are the Pantagrulists of the 1530s?

There’s an interesting lot. They were always thirsty 

For knowledge. A reader of Rabelais is often prompted 

To drink and promised a happy hard on 

For his dime.

Why should we not be as they were?

While the tangerines may or may not cause a shifting of the codpiece

Who here has not felt an enlargement 

Before the great works of man in the arts?