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Lexington Poetry Month

Quarter til 1am at IHOP or Full

Butter pecan syrup 
On my tongue
             taste each second

Yesterday was only an hour ago

I’m already reminiscing 

6 responses to “Quarter til 1am at IHOP or Full”

  1. 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.

  2. There are some moments I’d empty every dollar into just to last a minute longer. Fantastic man.

  3. Jay McCoy says:

    Way to capture a moment of joy and ecstasy! Delicious

  4. French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
    Even caramel sundaes is gettin’ touched
    And scooped in my ice cream truck….

  5. Don’t do those late-night diner stops any more, but this brings back fond memories.

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