The chocolate tasted like nothing,
Cardboard bland, vile against my tongue.
I don't know why, and I could just cry.
What now has become a chore.
It is a whole lot of nothing, and everything.
02/08/2009
Author's Note: ... a recent implosion poem.....
Posted on 02/08/2009Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
"Cardboard bland." I quite like that.
