Treasure Island

Gerry Legister

(21/01/66 / Silver Spring, Westmorland, Jamaica)

The Nectar Of Taste


Teenage craze forge the longest lingering line
The nectar of taste in technology we find,
A phase will soon be broken but not before time
Sweetness is a social flavour only in the mind.

Mirror age, acrostic stages myths and present sage,
Transformed the hollow gram spirited images,
Into privilege tears weep with foreign exchange,
Strangers become friends when they turn the pages.

They laugh and the world stares and run scared
The nectar of taste so sweet is an elusive paradox,
Every moment of life past and present is shared
And all the best kept secrets jump out of the box.

The surprise rise in interest makes a bigger hole,
With rage the cage that shelter being of every kind,
Find the mole that tore the line into another whole
New world waiting to take the crumbs left behind.

Enchantment takes the flavour of this heritage,
When the bitter taste of nectar stain the doleful rear
Older age forges the will to leave a dying visage,
For generations to rise with more cunning flare.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 08, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 09, 2014

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