I’ve ordered
Some sweet potato chips
And a quarter chicken
At TGIF, the fast food chain,
Waiting for a moment of madness,
Of gravity prone food,
That accumulates the pounds
Around my waste, and yet
I would rather be cumbersome
Than spending a life
Of window shopping,
And passing, on life’s little joys,
Like a little fry of sweet potato
That sweetens a minute at most.
And yet, aren’t we all
Hunter gatherers of little editions
That are sweet around the edge
And honeyed in soul,
To sate the insatiable,
The lengthy graft we call,
The pursuit of happiness.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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