hot and steamy
Posted to Poetry
by Tim Cunningham on 2002-02-22 11:03:00
my finger touched a heatened cup
steaming hot, like on t.v.
except a nerve did pop
blurry red, dipped in lava
the groan polymorphs at will
now a gentle sight
appears in the pool
it is my reflection
one or two tears cool down
this hellish beverage
outside, the cars exhaust
fumes my drink never will...
let us praise it for what it is,
wounded index or not,
a new layer for the brain,
so bless my health and
...
whatever
