Whine Seller

I’m your local whine seller
Pouncing on them nice fellers
Doling out the cribs
Pocketing the measly tips
Want to be the whiniest?
Flip me a coin, your shiniest
I’ll throw in a few grudges for free
Hustler with a heart of mold, that’s me



A haze induced stupor
Enclosing Squeezing Cradling
Till you’re lulled to comfort
Passive and cocooned
Wrenching at leftover sanity
Tugging it into threads
Dismay at the thought
Or is it repulsion?
Carried to memories long-buried
To unearth the familiar
Smells Sounds and Ripples
Cannot start again from where you stood
Half-baked feelings treasured for their prettiness
Labelled and tucked into boxes
To be taken out and flourished before strangers
Stripped of their intrinsic worth
Reeking of loyalty spurned
Ought to set it right
But the moment’s gone
Moved to indifference
Whether you shed your reserves now
Makes no difference