In this cafe,
with dirt for wallpaper.
The heat is a bitch,
and the fan in the ceiling is the worst—
turning counter-clockwise.
Sipping on my cup
of coffee and milk.
Too many flies, buzzing,
fighting over throne,
fighting over food,
fighting over fly-chicks.
Whatever they are fighting for—
only that makes a man mosquito-winged,
and outnumbered.
Right now, I could really use an ice cream cone.
Sounds hot and sticky. A summer day.
A hot and lonesome summer day. “)
Thank you, Fia!
I love this!
It’s oppressive and mundane, the surroundings, not your poem! And you throw in just the right amount of humor and eye catching phrases: fly-chicks, makes a man mosquito-winged.
And then to sum it up with that kind of relief from both the heat and on a humorous note.
F’ing fabulous!
What favor ice cream were you craving, btw?
Chewing gum, or strawberry. My favorite flavors since childhood. 😀
Thank you, Adira! Your comments make my day! “)
Wait.
Chewing gum flavored ice cream? Such a thing exists?
Thats what it was called back then. “)
Yeah, they have bubble gum ice cream, and it’s gross. Also, have you tried the cotton candy green seedless grapes? My God, they taste just like it. Weird.
Wait. What? Cotton candy flavored green seedless grapes? Those aren’t grapes, lol.
Bubble gum flavour id gross! I disagree. But hearing of cotton candy green seedless grapes, I think you are right about the bubble gum flavour in there. Hahaha.
I swear I know these moments. Drags & weighs the body down. This is a doozy
Yeah. I am sorry you can relate to this. Thanks, willlow for reading! “)
Cleverly penned, M.E. Relatable write my friend, we’ve all been there. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you brother! Highly appreciated! “)
Don’t want to be there but you forced me in this place with your detailed writing. DAMN GOOD! If you want an ice cream cone, go to Dampkitten’s poem “Poetspeak Sweet”. There you’ll find an ice cream cone and a whole lot more.
I apologize. It got to be written and vented. Thank you for reading and liking it! “)
Hmm..I’ll check it out rn. Thanks “)
LOL… I thought you were referencing my poem from the beginning. And now, I find out you like strawberry ice cream. OMG. By the way, is this ‘mosquito wing’ phrase an allusion to Smells Like Teen Spirit?
You do realize that you could enter this poem in the ‘coffee’ poem contest don’t you?
You will find this extremely weird, but the imagery in your piece is very reminiscent of the hotel scene early in the movie, Apocalypse Now.
Lol. I saw your poem after our fellow poet: visions_of_insanity’s recommendation for ice cream. It ended up another type of ice cream. Lol
No. But I liked the reference. I had another poem that I have lost, where I referenced Nirvana’s Smells like teen spirit.
Mosquito’s wings here symbolize inferiority. For their tiny wings comparing with flies. Idk why it came to my mind. But I used it.
I didn’t know about the contest. The setting of this poem is in a cafe but the themes has nothing to do with coffee.
I don’t remember this scene. I think I’ll rewatch it one day.
Thank you for reading and for the comments, DK. “)
Powerful work, my friend.
Thank you, Thomas! “)
Holy Shit, you won! Congratulations, M.E!
Now, you see where mosquito wings can carry you!
Mosquito wings comes with mosquito responsiblities. The limitless ability of sucking. Hahaha
Thank you, DK! “)
Damn mosquito…no chance with all those flies, just keep them off my ice cream cone.
This is so powerful in its imagery…and such a disgusting place…I think I will get my cone to go.
j.
Thank you Jacob! Appreciated. “)