A Curry Adventure: A Sonnet
by Max Pasakorn

bowls left out to rot, an unentitled charm
he messiahs forth courage, encroaching a pungent
smegma, pus, goo. Sheer force pushed the bewildered
into a finite action, a gulp of waft, betrothed to tongue

red and green, red and green, red and orange, red and orange
herb’s blood roiled through an unwilling mouth
felt it grin as it attacked a sickening gene
waits for it to settle: cool, calm, dispersed

juxtaposed to crisp wheat in bad cholesterol
crunches to sharp pain, needles to lesser evils
cracked lips tells him no more, no more

it entered vessels, bring forth dopamine
his mother asks him to take another mouthful
and he gladly does it again, and again, and again

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Max Pasakorn is a Thai-born Singapore PR who has been living in Singapore for 14 years. Armed with a Mass Communication diploma, he's ready to take the media world by storm... though only after he's served his two year commitment in National Service. A man of many passions (one of which is board games), he hopes to be able to write amazing yet intricate poetry using his favoured long-lined lyric, but dabbles from time-to-time in short lines.