The bubbles fly so fervently,
Down my parched and painful throat,
The straw amidst
The blocks of ice,
Bobbles
Like a boat.
The pebbled-texture
Of the glass,
The beads of perspiration,
Clings to the outside desperately,
Spawning contemplation.
Oh you Black Sea
Of sugar-water,
Soft and sticky foam.
Origin of tooth decay,
And yet I can’t let go.
Oh haven of caffeine!
Oh heavenly ice-queen!
How my wishes may convene
Upon your slick-smooth rim.
Your heavy sparkles
In my mouth,
Reviving energy.
In what atmosphere
Do you belong?
A beach-girl’s sweet embrace?
The stormy bar’s
Smoky air?
A chilled freezer’s
Deep interior?
Where do you belong,
You simple, single drink?
What sweet additives
Lurk in your dark colors?
And as you drain
Up through this
Plastic tube,
Will I be revived
Within the hour?
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haha, this is wonderful! I love the imagery of the third verse Oh you haven of caffeine! What a magnificent line