Annasi Velendama (Selling Pineapple Pieces)

Sulfur rods – a little stockier and squarer Than dynamite - sprinkled with a salt shaker And embellished with amber flakes Of merciless spice on a Scoville scale And we call this street delicacy A renegade of sorts, the conglomeration Of a vintage acidity, raw unheralded sweetness And a good helping of orange nuke Pixel-axing … Continue reading Annasi Velendama (Selling Pineapple Pieces)