Durian Duran

A piece of me, a piece for them.
A piece of mind taken away.
Sweetly pining,
Flesh indulgence;
Thorny remove-
Or “Crowns”, whichever you say.

“12-step program”, “CBT”
or the higher power
Take me closer
To the reality
You enforce it to be.
The one that mine is contesting with.

All tried and tested,
Loneliness mounted,
Language exhausted
And Time meter put on display.

When past is forgotten
With “crack:” and opening,
The first wraft that fills your air.
The one that begins your hunger.

Satisfaction is subjective
That which you alone might know.
Personally as I see it,
As I recommend it,
Don’t eat durians alone.