Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Your Social Manners


Your social manners are complete
Today,
For today the toads in the garden
Croak a little like pies of strawberries
To be taken by the dozen.
Your manners are so complete
Like thoughts from a thinker
In this exact place,
Your place or journal.

Your special character masters me
With your head,
The head is a space of the heart,
The heart is a special action
Of cardiac muscle.

Still be in the place, and still be happier
Than today, for this mentioning
Of this taste is far too complete.
The tastes of the whole plate
Are enough for this second,
My time is fortunate now.

With special character come gifts,
Presents that remark on this heaven,
Easy as the plate of metallic argument,
Easier than the whole wide place.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
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