The Tram-Banter-Tea
Dual selection
Ear inspection
At the intersection,
I stand a little
Tilted, thermos
Mug in my paws
Trimming my claws
In the hushed
Autumn night
A nude shade of
Bright in
Jumpsuits on
Creatures,
Diminishing
Features of
Make-believe jargon
We dipped it in argon
The semi-sweet
Chocolate stick,
Nutella-esque
Power-lick,
Just hard candy
Under the bridge,
The tram stops
And my balance
Shifts
From one boot to
Another—
Why even bother
With laces,
In dutiful places,
When water rises
Above chalk-drawn
Lines—
And simplified eights
Turn into nines,
I gulp down
The hot prickly
Liquid—
While I
Watch the sky
In his element
Crying black
Ropes over
The buildings.
beautifully descriptive
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