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"A GREAT BIG HUG FOR YOUR SWEET TOOTH."

This coffee cup slogan does not amuse him

as he sips down the velvet bean-juice.

Just sip, baby,

sip.

His mind flirts with the idea that

his drink would taste so much better

with a few scoops of dimpylate.

Confession to Frontal Lobe:

whenever he sees his dog sleeping

quietly

he stares at this dusty pink collar

"ONE SIZE FITS ALL, BE FREE OF FLEAS."

and he just gets so jealous.

This life of early mornings and chicken dinners does not amuse him

as he sits on a park bench.

Just sit, baby, sit.

With one igniting thought of escaping,

there is a popping behind his eyes.

It's the sound of your tongue clicking on the roof of your mouth

mixed with thirty-eight atomic bombs.

It is impossible to escape from here so

just get used to this

coffee and park bench.

Just sip, baby,

sip.

"SAFE PARK OF FAMILY, FRIENDS & NEIGHBORS."

Squirrels flirt with the generosity of old woman and

parents watch their children feed into jealousy.

He watches a small boy cry;

Why can everyone else get new sneakers but me?

Confession to Frontal Lobe:

The only thing keeping him from his dreaded

life of no sex, chicken dinners,

lack of kisses, scentless,

december-loving, cold bed sheets,

empty compassion filled

marriage

 

is a cup of coffee.

That great big hug for his sweet tooth.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a sas poem, but well written and a pleasure to read.

[Gastroc.]

welcome back!

[Dimpe]

Pretty amazingly good, and sad. I enjoyed the vivuals mixed in throughout.

[Poeticpiers]

Sad despair oozes from every word. Time to get off the park bench and go find a life