Cheering Absurd Funnel of Resonance
By Joshua Chalifour, 6 February 2007A cold polished stone
lolls on my tongue.
I curl the edges,
rolling the stone to the center
cradling it in a
sway of undulating
taste buds.
My tongue spoons
this sip of scotch,
rolling it
like a flaming
dollop of viscous honey,
down my throat–
yellow and round
an invisible note
of buoyant Bosch.
