amuse
07-11-2005, 12:33 PM
they are
bananas,
vanilla ice cream
caramel and fudge topping.
maraschino cherries,
whipped cream.
sticky glorious
sweetness melding,
coated with nuts
(but no, i am not the nut),
they feed off of each other
know the latest movies
songs
slang, jokes.
i head to russia
via tolstoy's carriage
or david king's
haha even thoreau's
jail cell
when i can't
relate or understand
the fascination
with microbraiding
or the fantastic four.
maybe it's because
i'ma i'ma i'ma not a hustler.*
i haven't the
appreciation for
desert heat
that they claim for
their ancestry, though
some of us share those
same bloodlines; i prefer
the bitter north
where i first breathed and
the upper latitudes
where i have
lived my whole life,
not where my forebears
might have dwelt.
perhaps i lack appreciation
or cohesiveness but
when living in
summer's sauna
it serves no function
to recall a time
when your mother's
mRNA was housed
in drier climes.
they melt and giggle
these chums in the
ice cream parlor
and i smile from my
harbor, my shrubbery.
cranberries aren't often
found on ice cream
sundaes.
*reference to Lloyd's song (http://www.lyricstop.com/albums/lloyd/hustler.html) lyrics.
bananas,
vanilla ice cream
caramel and fudge topping.
maraschino cherries,
whipped cream.
sticky glorious
sweetness melding,
coated with nuts
(but no, i am not the nut),
they feed off of each other
know the latest movies
songs
slang, jokes.
i head to russia
via tolstoy's carriage
or david king's
haha even thoreau's
jail cell
when i can't
relate or understand
the fascination
with microbraiding
or the fantastic four.
maybe it's because
i'ma i'ma i'ma not a hustler.*
i haven't the
appreciation for
desert heat
that they claim for
their ancestry, though
some of us share those
same bloodlines; i prefer
the bitter north
where i first breathed and
the upper latitudes
where i have
lived my whole life,
not where my forebears
might have dwelt.
perhaps i lack appreciation
or cohesiveness but
when living in
summer's sauna
it serves no function
to recall a time
when your mother's
mRNA was housed
in drier climes.
they melt and giggle
these chums in the
ice cream parlor
and i smile from my
harbor, my shrubbery.
cranberries aren't often
found on ice cream
sundaes.
*reference to Lloyd's song (http://www.lyricstop.com/albums/lloyd/hustler.html) lyrics.