Hot Tea

[piquant]

The ice is fire that burns in my belly,
And I see the world through an iced teas blur.
Sickening sweet, the sugar grits on my teeth,
While lemon lounges in my nostrils.
My rotating wrist rattles the bones of ice,
As your lies tickle my tongue and the tea talks to me.
"How is Veronica at the Penguin Inn?" my stomach asks.

The silken tea is silent,
Silent like you sudden vigor,
Silent like your sweaty palms,
Silent like you sly answers.
"Why don't you just chill?" you say.
So here I am...
"Chillin'" with my fiery iced tea.

"Only five calories per serving!" the TV blares.
I push the blonde bimbo off the set,
I'm the star...See me smile and sip.
Betrayal's sizziling frigidity scorches my throat.

I'm drunk as a wind-whipped daisy,
And the flowing table can't hold my cup.
It needs to be frozen.
Everything needs to be frozen.
"No, Kate will never find out,
Blindness runs in her family."
But somday pigs will fly,
For they are born that way you know.

"C'est la vie,"
The whirring fan blades say,
As I swirl the sweetness in my glass.

[Isagel]

I really liked this, and it gets better each time I read it. It´s like a small short story.

This is my favorite part

"I'm drunk as a wind-whipped daisy,
And the flowing table can't hold my cup.
It needs to be frozen.
Everything needs to be frozen.
"No, Kate will never find out,
Blindness runs in her family."
But somday pigs will fly,
For they are born that way you know. "

[piquant]

Thank you for your compliment!

What don't you like though, and what do you think needs improving?

[Isagel]

Since you asked :-) .The only thing that comes to mind is this line:

Betrayal's sizziling frigidity scorches my throat

Somehow it hasn´t the same flow as the rest. Or maybe i´t´s just my english....The word frigidity stumbles on my tounge.

[piquant]

Thanks. I showed this poem to someone before, when the frigidity line was even worse, and they suggested working with it. I tried tried to fix it, but didn't have the heart to cut the oxymoron. Any way you word it, sizziling frigidity is just awkward. I'll have to find some courage and a pair of scissors.:)

[Isagel]

Sorry...The idea is good. Perhaps you can find other words and keep the oxymoron?

[Jerrybaldy]

Hey piquant. I have to ask seven years on. How is Veronica at the Penguin Inn?
Loved the quirkiness of this and the line 'drunk as a wind whipped daisy' Also I can taste the lemon iced tea whilst wondering about Veronica
best wishes
JB

[PrinceMyshkin]

"drunk as a wind-whipped daisy" is pure genius, but the whole of the poem, the multiple uses of the iced tea/fire oxymoron, is strong and very convincing.

[dafydd manton]

"No, Kate will never find out - blindness runs in the family". What a line!