Talking about working with poets in my day job, recently, I had the great fortune to help my former editor CP Surendran put together his older poems for the collection Available Light (which is making waves in the market; though I am yet to receive my copy). It’s wasn’t all fun, there was a looming deadline, but it was learning experience. Two things stood out, his very dark, almost perversely bizarre, sense of humour, and his willingness to tackle the issues of psychosexual male ego at its most raw, visceral state. I think this poem exemplifies both. What fun!