Posted in Poetry, Prose

Black Holes and Desserts

Desolate
landscapes,
Darkness
without end,
Anyplace
seemed better
than having
to deal
with
her scorn
when she
confronted me
with
the empty
ice cream box
having
the spoon
in my hand
and
her only
having
the thought
of
triple chocolate
smooth and creamy
unrequited
love,
Sleep
on the
couch
wishes,
for her
now
ex-lover,
Ingrate
lacking
feeling
for
her true
desires….

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Author:

Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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