Ice cream poem

Today I’m busy getting ready for the imminent arrival of my relatives, so here’s a poem I wrote when I first got here and was greedily gobbling Julie’s organic ice cream bars, as well as a drawing from the archives.

A cold flake of chocolate

Sloughed free of an ice cream to rest on my chest

The height of the sensual

The promise of death.

Ice cream’s best when hard and dense –

Softened, it’s so much foam

Sugared, its piquancy gone.


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Reluctant technophile, immoderate lover of words, food, cogitation, the sensory world. We are not done evolving and there is no free will.
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