SLURP

SLURP

I drink your
strawberry
chocolate
salted caramel
hazelnut
even
vanilla milkshake

slurp your sarcasm
as if
it were melting ice-cream

munch your foaming banana
fudge

as if
it were
direct from drug store spigot

sweet Vesuvius, blessed
Krakatoa

fallen
like hot manna
into my lap

swirling like
a spiral nebula in the
machine of your receptacle

thoughts
of cosmic body horror
subsumed by the

rush of your
sudden pink
flamingo
sugar

treacle and absinthe.