Quarter til 1am at IHOP or Full
Butter pecan syrup
sits
sweet
Tonight
On my tongue
taking
time
to
taste each second
Yesterday was only an hour ago
I’m already reminiscing
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The way you structured this poem makes the reader, or at least myself, hang on each word. I especially dig the contrast between “taking/ time/ to/” and “taste each second” because I get stuck on those words, falling down your throat with them as the final drop snaps you back into real time.
There are some moments I’d empty every dollar into just to last a minute longer. Fantastic man.
Way to capture a moment of joy and ecstasy! Delicious
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin’ touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck….
The Chef
Don’t do those late-night diner stops any more, but this brings back fond memories.