Taster (poem)

By Luke Labern

Let me introduce myself here
With an aquatic air
At once displacing that of fear
Like the snap of a snare.

Wet reverberation ticking
The controversial box --
The deep tones the buttons flicking:
With all the stealth of fox.

Pleasures heightened and pain muted
Whilst the mind discusses
The truth -- where it once refuted.
Consider these pluses.

No day left behind or given
To another waster
Of time. For I have been driven
To being a taster.