Ice Cream
Hot Chocolate
Death Cab Blaring Rhythmically
And a Sukkah
Perfection in its most simple form
To its innermost parts
The novelty of everything, so
Beautiful
Hotness stretching gently and loosely down my
Throat
And my mind a mattress, soft
As the bubble of this night
That so soon will come
Into me
Green mug, cheaply made, a brown drop
Falling and green,
The coldness hits my tongue
Blaringly
Belittles me
Brown, like circles of contented harsh
Love
The chips and their
Dark mates
Sprinkled here and
About
And as my cup drains
I cringe
My spoon falls,
Metal on glass
Green on brown
Silver on
Nothingness
4 comments:
i like it.
so... where you eating ice cream and drinking hot chocolate in a sukkah while listening to death cab recently? if so, i've actually been listening to death cab a lot lately too. i don't know why, i just entered a death cab mood. actually, it was right after talking to you too.
hmm, well death cab is amazing, and yes, how did you guess?
well...
he's clearly a genius.
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