Tea With Ptolemy Poem by Alexander Hawkins

Tea With Ptolemy



Curse our heliocentric existence!
Curtailed cortices
cast stale, semeny sensations
over subtle senses.
We wish for a cup of refreshing jasmine tea with Ptolemy,
whose piquant perspiration caused offenses
and jammed the skulkingly sleek jaguar senses
of exotic tea leaf sniffers labouring
in the limiest languid sun.

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