In a brutish manner
I raise a glass to Billy Collins
my lips stained purple,
from
seven ninety-nine ($)
dark Chilean wine
that is infused with strawberries, cherries,
and do I detect the taste of…alcohol?
My packaged delights, basics from Safeway.
Green, red, white vegetables with origins unknown
had clattered, frozen, out of a bag, not fifteen minutes ago
I snap the bag with a satisfying thwack,
the chicken is ready from a microwaved attack.
But the noodles, oh, so sweet.
Plump little bags of cheese and oh--brie!
Sweet no matter what sauce, I drown and I savor
Wrapping the package with greens and with flavor.
I curl up in repose, stuffed to the brim
swirling my glass, getting seconds again.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
In a brutish manner
I raise a glass to Billy Collins
my lips stained purple,
from
seven ninety-nine ($)
dark Chilean wine
that is infused with strawberries, cherries,
and do I detect the taste of…alcohol?
My packaged delights, basics from Safeway.
Green, red, white vegetables with origins unknown
had clattered, frozen, out of a bag, not fifteen minutes ago
I snap the bag with a satisfying thwack,
the chicken is ready from a microwaved attack.
But the noodles, oh, so sweet.
Plump little bags of cheese and oh--brie!
Sweet no matter what sauce, I drown and I savor
Wrapping the package with greens and with flavor.
I curl up in repose, stuffed to the brim
swirling my glass, getting seconds again.
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