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Adam
Adam lay miraculous,
unconscious with drink.
In a dream, he named whiskies

by nose, palate, finish:
brine and limes, a delicate
peat-reek, Weetabix.

Plasticine, emulsion paint,
amyl nitrate. A warm horse.
Kippers, treacle toffee, grassy

with green grape . . .
the work was endless.
Jalapeno peppers, tobacco notes . . .

Adam rose with a rough tongue
and heartbroken.

Editor's Note: from 'Apocrypha'