Scribbler's Debris

Running with random topics twenty minutes at a time.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

tea and chocolates

I remember this flavor
this kind of bitter embrace
waves of nausea
rippled through me at that moment
been here, felt this, way before now
the name and the face means nothing
for the taproot will dig
as far as it must
to get what it needs to survive
certain death for lust
and love left wilting
shrug my shoulders
kick the dog
take myself back inside
where truth lies
under the guise of honesty


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