Singsong Dozens

Singsong Dozens

(wild-cherry-turtled-pistachio-n-vanilla)

Baskin Robins knows (has previewed & prerequisited)

the cool prepackaged knowing of

love; the colour of us

a concoction, a mélange o’sweets:

coffee, French vanillaed with caramel seed,

rum-raisined monkey, strawberries

pistachioed green, chunky

apricot as welcomed

confection scent the baby lotion especial

of escape, an aroma

the crème de la crème

never meant to be seen and mated

on the crumpled papers of somebody’s

Ben & Jerry’s

proposal for a recipe.

But the cone:

cake or waffled…?

(Politician a noun blown

in the zephyr of avaricious magpies craving the chortled

lilting of singsong dozens.)

The flavour of us,

a mystery floating on the wind

of pleasures, complacent

to nothing,

loud

like Wild-Cherry-Turtled-Pistachio-n-Vanilla flavored

ice-cream,

a bitter gift, yet gilded in the sweetness

of guile:

wild.

From with or without… Trust!