Something that tastes
like tap nostril-wash-out,
not sipped:
gagged, harder than
love, a truth tap,
not swallowed window-shop
waste, another
kind of ‘git ‘em’ dunk, chaste
like a lily pad’s plunge
into it, gasping on
a bob at it, when
the puny belly-
flop frogs domino an
oncoming step, a sense
of survival ahead,
of color not necessarily blue-
greenish, a Greenwich vibe
of underbrush, triad ivy.
it wants you bad.
something like spray
wants you and you
want to gargle lava.
Could be a parking garage
collage, a warning,
something that tastes like water, a push
or a dump and splosh when an oh-face
ladles an infinite swish and swim-up
to spew through a vis-à-vis oh-yeah! face
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