Ink Stains on a Paper Napkin
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
February 01, 2007
I dream in caramel
a nightmare so edible
I lick my lips and scream
suffering through sweet insincerity.
Suck it in more, witness gore
your tongue will not forget
the flavor of the moment,
the budding chaos in a night
rich and impassible
I cannot escape the chill
liquid, it brings the madness
within me.
No courage needed to ascend
the green straw,
the verdant truth can be seen:
I never want to leave.
Is this what I think it’s about? Does it render “1 month” obsolete? Just wondering.
No, it’s about a cold beverage at the local coffee shop.