The Coming of the Toads

A Notebook – Since 2007

Tag: ice cream

  • Ice Creamery

    The sun a mini strawberry delight
    in a field of vanilla smoke tonight
    as it falls into a debauchery of ice
    creamery I dive under a tsunami
    of chocolatey covered cherries
    the size of bowling balls while
    this reverse osmosis produces
    a raspberry spearmint julep
    which is to say hold the bourbon
    and bring on the rosewater
    of camphor lime and take away
    the six pack of IPA and keep the
    ice cream coming in this the
    ice creamery bathtub of sobriety.

  • Come, eschew the myth

    Come, eschew the myth
    of Dionysus,
    the cafe with jazz aged
    aperitif,
    give me ice cream
    to stimulate my spirits,
    and a parlour guitar,
    not bitter liqueur,
    for my digestif.

    Yes, let Bacchus
    and his buddies
    revel with the devil,
    give me chocolate
    raspberry swirl.

    Don’t say, “Out of peaches
    ‘n cream, try a frosty
    fruity pilsner.”
    Ok, bait and switch,
    if you can add a scoop,
    please, and make it float.

    The evening passes slowly
    amidst dark cans clatched
    down the dry alley where
    sleeps Suzy with Sobrius.

  • A Typical Weather Report

    Today is hot,
    yesterday was hot,
    tomorrow will be hot:
    hot, more hot, most hot.

    An old friend lives
    where it’s not so hot
    and often reminds me
    of her advantages.

    She relates her rought
    through old address books
    cancelling friends
    burrowing each in a shaft.

    She comes to visit
    sticks me with a meat
    thermometer
    and feeds me ice cream.