A cream-colored mind,
thick and languid–
in desperate need of some
deep and gritty caffeine
in order to jazz, to liven.
Perhaps that jolt is all that will be needed
to fill the brain with wondrous things
never before contained.
Maybe that will be a buzz
that will can awaken the a kaleidoscopic,
psychotropic colors and patterns
to cut through the pervasive fog.
There is a hope for visions of
shady palm trees in hues of puce
with their giant spiky elephantine trunks,
for sights of turbulent seas of wine-colored froth
that threaten to sink rafts of marzipan
carrying tiny figurines,
for images of undulating frosty-green pines,
their needles picked up in a gust of wind
and swirling in a cloud above them.
None of those pictures come;
rather, the mind is changed
from cream-colored
to utterly without hue.
The effort and the chemical stimulant
took everything.
It doesn’t matter.
It was a preposterous, frivolous goal anyway.
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There are many new words to learn for me in your poetry! Explain me the definition of “marzipan”! 😁
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Marzipan is a sweet made with sugar and almond flour. That line is meant to be nonsensical.
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Thanks for explaining! 🙂
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talk to me
let us be
cream of the now
how you spoke
and awoke
within me
the pleasure
of being with you alone~
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I love this version! And I’ve really enjoyed seeing the evolution of this piece.
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Thank you!
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