no taste.
still, though,
cool and crisp enough
to bring about a smile.
and what a relief,
what a change of pace
to write a poem
about something that don’t deserve no poetry,
for once.
i feel a little bubble of anger,
of bitterness
at the knowledge that the words come easier when my mouth is on fire.
what the hell.
for a few seconds the cool seeds slide down easy.
no taste.
(a.m.)
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
no taste.
still, though,
cool and crisp enough
to bring about a smile.
and what a relief,
what a change of pace
to write a poem
about something that don’t deserve no poetry,
for once.
i feel a little bubble of anger,
of bitterness
at the knowledge that the words come easier when my mouth is on fire.
what the hell.
for a few seconds the cool seeds slide down easy.
no taste.
(a.m.)
