A taste of…

by frontal-abstraction

Posted to Poetry on 2004-03-11 07:57:00

Sweet citrus spraying on the tongue
Of…
Holy water on a vampire’s throat
Of…
Orange cream Popsicle on the hottest day of the year
Of..
Your own blood, snot, and tears
Of.

Sight

Of….
A young boy smiling up at your expression of pleasure in his job well done
Of….
Knowledge that as you smiled a child was abducted
Of…
The moon glows all alone, as do I, we all
Of..
The wind pillaging leaves in fall
Of.
Nothing but living without control
Without perceived control
Without any control
As control is something that is not, though it is supposed a powerful word

Control anything?

Just like to think so?
Just think so
Seems so….
But taste of…
Is all so perceived, so
Control?
Not much but,
Of…
The taste of…
Or how often sight is tasted
Or heard
Or touched
Still,
You will not reach the moon
Alone in its glow