Choose a cup

Time for a new poem, it's a bit different from the others. Hope you like it. XXX

Indecision metaphors all these
Monsters. Calculating meanders
Through road work tunnels, kids muck.

Choose a cup for father’s
Milk. Lovingly; warm German
Memories.
Choose a cup
For the trickling.

The cups were two,
Few others wined with them.

Slender, glass,
fit for steel receptions.
Gilded, round,
handless worn,
Enough.

Metaphor marking
Stretched cling film,
Sardine tails.

Drink the excess!
Take on the chance
of overflowing.
Drink
the spoils made merry.

If there is too much,
you’ll live
by it;
sweet father’s milk.

Or
Let and inch of smooth beige
forced stone protect the blended
Meniscus.
Cover and seal and save.
Emergency’s.

Racks full.
Tails trashed in disposal.
All clear and set,
Spoon sipping
Sweet
Father’s
Milk.

Pour!

Sleek, svelte
Milk!
An ambrosial cascade of molten flour!

You still have to choose.