Recondite Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

Recondite



if they’re yours
balls in a garlic press
imply something recondite
and untenable

based, one proposes
in illusory oohs and
aahs as pressure
is applied

I suggest, sceptic
to the end, clarification
is in sizes – if they fit
don’t spare ‘em
© 21 January 2010, I. D. Carswell

Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: january
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