Did you notice that while I was gone
spent
finished
recovered
not sought
did you notice how it became
scorchingly, gushingly, radiantly
hot?
You must be thanking your lucky stars and thoughts
that I am human, and humane, and humid enough
to be very, very wholesome and enriching
whole-wheat
you know, like
banana walnut
born and so very, very
bred,
I am also amenable
and a man able to
be and brew a
warm, rich vanilla hazelnut latte
and some very buttery waffles.
The pancakes make a great entreé
when they are awfully
dark brown,
and just the right kind of burnt
at the sides.
You can buy some dark brown
low-fat soy muscle ego-free butterboy by the bottle
anywhere and everywhere else your eyes like to define as
normal.
As the weather.
Whether the gods made you gay,
or it's more about, you know,
the climate
where things get wetter
fast, and you might have to wear
a raincoat,
or a safety vest,
or something that
harnesses
solely your own power.
Sometimes I don't even
wear a flower.
Sometimes the strawberry
ripple ice-cream
is enough to make a grown man
cower
under my bus-stop.
It's a reining in.
And you gotta wait for them projection clouds to dissipate, after all,
before you can really get over the thunderclouds,
and cool it all off
with some tea and buns
or maybe just a pao
and a nice
and explosively hot Kristang
shower.
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