Toppings Poem by Charles Lara

Toppings



Yellow line
under a
silver dome
touches
the sky
and shades
of black
and purple
torture
licking
flat whipped cream
and
rancid cherries
roll down
soft stairs
of
after words
and
runaway lust
wipes sweet tears
of failed love
while children
play in mud

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