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Cheering Absurd Funnel of Resonance

A 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.

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I love the image of the tongue and the spoon. I never thought of that, but if you look a dog for example that is the way they eat.

Of course, the image of the spoon you draw in my mind is more sophisticated, but I had to say my comment about the dog. ☻

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