Eat the sky

 

Would you

Eat at the hot summer sky

Swallow down the shimmering, swimming liquid blue

Of the chokingly humid air,

Sip at the fluffy white pillow-clouds

As if sipping at some extensivley expensive wine,

Just let it slip down,

Heat searing into your stomach

Where it swirls and twirls

And dances in the crippilingly acidic contents

Till like a palace coup,

Your stomach revolts,

Your body rejects the beautiful day you stole

And it all comes up in a swirling mass of hot, rainbow-colored vomit,

Of sky given back to Earth