These are some short poems I wrote centred around taste and how we can misinterpret the things people say.
this atmosphere is turning bitter
his boss cried loudly
he looked around for a beer
but couldn’t see one
does he want me to
buy him a drink
he wondered
she said the evening was sweet
and then appeared confused
when he asked her
what flavour it was
there’s a salty taste in the air
the old fisherman exclaimed
so that’s where the salt is
but how do they get it
out of the air and
into a tub he wondered
it leaves a sour taste
in your throat
his mum said
how does she know
what it tastes like
if shes not eating it
he wondered
have you experienced umami
his friend asked
i haven’t seen that film yet
he replied