SLURP

SLURP

I drink your
strawberry
chocolate
salted caramel
hazelnut
even
      vanilla milkshake

slurp your sarcasm
as if
    it were melting ice-cream

munch your foaming banana
fudge

as if
it were
direct from drug store spigot

sweet Vesuvius, blessed
Krakatoa

fallen
    like hot manna
into my lap

        swirling like
          a spiral nebula in the
machine of your receptacle

thoughts
            of cosmic body horror
subsumed by the

rush of your
            sudden pink
flamingo
        sugar

treacle and absinthe.