by Shane Gray

Created on: November 29, 2009

I am sipping sounds from the cup of conversation
They taste of tainted tears, and smell of strange sensation
I capriciously cogitate the copulation of mind and melody

Frantic, felonious feelings bombard my boiling brain
Giving gilded, guilty pleasures, and insipid inspirations
Placed poetically in pen strokes onto place-mat parchment

My soul sears with the sounds I am seeing
Speaking golden gods, and lost loves in one perfect polysyllable
One discordant chord that delves deeply into my despair

Placid, preformed, plastic people surround me
Gesturing, and gesticulating with maudlin Miss America waves
Praying for peace through subtle senseless smiles

Fetid fat men speculate on stocks over southwestern skillets
Sundaes are served by salacious, smooth skinned waitresses
Cantankerous children crave crayons and coloring books

I sweat sparkling solutions through paisley pores
and sit silently, shielded by sunglasses
I sip the sounds, and surmise that my cup of conversation's grown cold

Perturbed, and perilously peaking, I pay the check,
and slowly saunter south down the middle of main street
In search of a hollow whale, and a laser light show

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