I kind of like this poetry run I’m on. It continues….I shall call this lyrical creation:
An Ode to Soda
A Harlot in the street.
Calling me, luring the Impulsive Man to your abode.
Gaseous carbon becomes encased, saturating your smooth liquid nectar in a Divine Ratio.
States of matter somehow exist in harmonious relation.
You seduce me.
I devour you.
My delight, immediate.
Yet premonitions persist – only emptiness will follow.
Calories, merely a vacuum,
pulse through my humanity.
Riding Transit until their departure, in handles of love.
Cellular osmosis destroys the will.
Biological Reserves, meant for this emergency, seemingly absent.
I curse you, as a serpent!
I banish you from this garden.
An eternally pleasing poison.
You will soon whisper from beyond the flaming swords,
And I will answer.