Fizzle of cokeA Poem by Moonie~Rebellion sounds like soda fizz~
There is a fizzle of coke in his eyes,
gold-brown, and minute in size. Here, sweet watercolor reticence hides, and rainbow shampoo bubbles run wild. I see sadness, evaporating in a moth ball puff, wisdom of poets, and Wilde's witty stuff. Here, fondant sleep-stirring stars shine, and broken wishes stand, aligned. Here, rest his sherbet lemon lies. Here are crammed his handsome smiles-- Ironed, folded-up, and stacked away, on the wooden bookshelves of yesterday... Like tea leaves, his fears have settled in the depths of some silly childhood moment, still kept. I hear the rumble of lava lamp retorts stuck, echos of trains and toy trucks, the tinkle of stories told over tea jelly bean jokes and memories of me...
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