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Konpeitō

Crystalline sugar

Of neon shades

Clashing distinct

Catching eyes

And tongues;

Baby carnation,

Firmament blue,

Chartreuse green,

Starrified yellow,

Diamond white.

Childish treats

For childish hearts

Rainbow pebbles

On cute display

Within small

Quaint bottles,

A sugar kiss

From a pixie

And her friend

The belle fairy.

As you crush

Them betwixt

Your teeth;

Implosions of

Sweetness and

Shocking mint

Dances like a

Fireworks display

In your mouth—

A magical aftertaste.

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Tissue Sketches #3: café chicago

Chicago skylines twirl, a scintillating maid

A distant glow which never seems to fade

Indulge in tastes of saccharine decadence

Flavours myriad dancing, still quite intense

Nocturnal owls hum as the clock strikes eleven

For a whimsical soul, this quaint place is heaven.

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Listless Leisures

Rustic old town

Hazelnut coffee

Silk cream gown

Riffle decadently

Pen in one hand

Of tremulous red

Way on the stand

Singing about end

Orange and ginger

On bavarian cream

Summer night stirs

In hazy daydreams.

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Holidays in the Rain

There’s no place I’d rather be
Don’t give me nothing in between
Just give me sundrops in my eye
And let the rainshine light the sky…

~*~

Peering past the demesne of billowy diaphanous houndstooth curtains

Where the afternoon downpour beat reverent against the windowpanes

By the hearth, turning frailest pages of yellowing erudite equivocations

Zephyr effervescent, teasing in its conflating felicitous emancipations

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Lone reverie with fraternal cassette tapes and a lazy 1975 vinyl record

Warm blueberry cheesecake confections, chocolate silk finely brewed

Conjuring evocative altruism, an ephemeral elision of whispered words

Incipiency of sumptuous inglenook, far better than any seraglio imbued

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The lachrymose welkin conciliates, offing woebegone yet not inured

Adumbrate halcyon, eponymous to predilections of pluvial cynosure

I’m soothed by tranquility, satin soft singing lullaby of the rain glazed

Vestigial gossamer perfection of a perpetually fugacious summer day.

~*~

But if you don’t go out at all
You’ll never feel the rain…fall
Out in the rain, out in the sun
Out in the rain, out in the sunshine…

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Dinner is Served!

Watch your mouth, oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I’m sure you’d want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that…

~*~

A high table set for two

Small talk held by glue

Out comes the waiters

Bon apetit! Here’s supper

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Veins popping in vanity

Pustules snap insanity

Optic nerves on my tea

Mouth tastes of saline IV

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Your rancid sick words

Shoved down my throat

Falling fast, broiled cold

Pulsating tongues bloat

.

You would not sugarcoat

Though relentlessly gloat

My orifice dripping honey

Disgusting, sticky, runny

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Now swallow your pride

An hors d’oeuvre to slide

Pushpins and rusty tacks

For appetisers and snacks

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Gourmandise on your desire

Dreams roast on an open fire

Slime oozing from a cauldron

Seltzer fizzling, peptic solution

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I’m salivating thickest ink

Blood rich on hungry lips

Coiled intestines unlinked

Lead taken in dainty sips

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A heap, hell, shred of trust

Is all I ever asked, deserve

But you spat out more rust

And feed me more dessert

.

You force down fatty lies

And doses of pink poison

Plucked wings of dead flies

Acidic brew of pure emotion

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I understand and I endure

Try to find medicinal cure

But despite meals so many

I’m still wasting away slowly

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I’m sick of disgusting dinners

I’d rather starve than break fast

Like the last meal of a sinner

Lost in hunger and stones cast

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Your dark overcooked words

Just taste severely bitter now

And your false presentations

Won’t appeal to me somehow

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A taste of your own brand of medicine

Right now, is what I’m highly craving

When my blood’s already boiling over

Into scalding burns you won’t recover

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And when you choke on that black bile taste

Regurgitating fast that acrid foamy white paste

Well, don’t you throw it up back to me, crying

Because dear, it’s just rude, and highly unappetising.

~*~

Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take it a day at a time…

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Café Au Lait

The light shiver you send down my spine

With my every dainty sip

The gradual warmth that percolates on mine

Along my resting soul it nips

~*~

Like tasting a drop of the midnight skies

Stirred with the soft smoke of the milky way

Sugar stars attract taste buds as it veers and flies

Brewed umber potion constitutes my day

~*~

The elements colliding into perfection and quintessence

Sucking me into a black hole of sweetness and indulgence

But I still like that little bitter aftertaste left on my tongue

Like the farewell kiss of a dark angel, as it sings its last dulcet song.

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Pain Au Chocolat

Sweet and savoury

Drops of lovely melody

With every bite and whim

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Light fluff of tender bread

Dark intensity of chocolate

Clashing greatly from within

.

Despite your offbeat name

You never cause any pain

And relinquish every part of me

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Viennoiserie sweet roll

Taking delicate mouthfuls

And wash it all down

With a cup of steaming coffee.

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