Tea Time For the Masses
(1)
In a tea cup, seeping,
your spices allure,
the revelation of heat.
One hand, touches,
and grasps–
the edge of the cup.
(2)
Bittersweet and often,
ill-mannered. you are,
less capable than I,
and thus–
jealousy becomes,
your chosen flavor.
(3)
Coiling and convulsing,
like a predator,
in perpetual,
preparation,
you deliberate,
your serendipity.
(4)
Disheveled and disjointed,
as if baiting,
the consequence,
of your actions,
you grasp your ethos,
with dogmatic hands.
(5)
In a tea cup, steeping,
your vices allure,
the revelation of defeat.
One man, touches,
and observes–
the edge of the cup.
(6)
Bittersweet and often,
ill-mannered, you are,
less capable than I,
and thus–
jealousy becomes.
your only flavor
(7)
Left with these options,
and a napkin, wet,
from spilling emotions,
I think I’ll pass,
on teatime,
for today.
—
01-19-2014
(2014)
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