red eyes, green wine, weak smiles, hollow cheeks, shallow drips.
Dark, not Black.
a desire to be linear, now crowded with curves
no longer sweet, just sour
hot on cold, cold on hot, sweet and sour but sour and sour
tick tick tick, did it feel?
tick tick tick, did you feel?
failed when born, how can change it all, before dawn?
I guess I was amassing a collection
So I could show my children all the places I’ve ate
Like little milestones
All the places I’ve had dead end dates
All the places I’ve gorged myself
Having just got off work
Or just smoked a bowl
Either way I felt deserving of a feast
All the places I shared stories with friends
All the places we shared kisses before we went in
All the orange chicken I ate to help sober up
All the take out I ordered when we broke up
And that one place I found out I was allergic to shrimp and threw up
Yeah I remember it all
The egg rolls, the soup, the soy sauce
The painting of pandas or dragons
The red lanterns
All the motifs
You seemingly needed to run an establishment
There are the stand outs
The Lucky Star whose pork fried rice was just cut up Slim Jims
The Panda House who treated me less like a customer and more like a friend
If I didn’t come around, they would call and ask where I had been
It didn’t matter if it was in a mall or in my small home town
I always found comfort in this other culture’s food
So while I’m waiting for all those fountain cookies to come true
I guess I’ll look back over these dozen Chinese menus
the sour taste of my demons.
The flowing lava,
turns my blood to molten magma,
and yet makes feel so alive.
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You called it love
But she called it sour
It was a flavour
She couldn't do without.
When life gives you lemons
You make lemonade
But taste sour it will
If you don't have the sugar.
And then there are those who like it sour
you grab me by my throat and make me cower
you do as you please.
but mostly sour
i let my heart become tamarind
to protect myself from you.
The sweet can turn sour
I can tell from the apple core
Because you all are staring through your apple
Take a bite you just might lose your control