The Devil is in the Ice Cream

lamp2Despite the chill in the air
Silky, smooth rivulets of cream
Slide between my fingers that
Clutch the sugar cone.
My palm feels the ticklish, sticky
Drip, drip onto my shirt, my shoes
The unappreciative cold sidewalk.
My eyes moisten at the loss.

In heaven, my ice cream cone
Won’t meltingly flee before my
Helpless tongue can consume its
Soul-nourishing frozen manna.

And hell? The only fear of hell
That keeps me good and true:
In hell, there will be no enjoying
Ice cream.

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About joegergen

To evoke a smile. That's all. Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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5 Responses to The Devil is in the Ice Cream

  1. amac says:

    I like this, very much.

  2. It’s been years since I’ve been able to eat ice cream due to severe lactose intolerance. But this past weekend, for the first time, I sampled a vegan chocolate milkshake. What a tasty fake! I almost felt as satisfied as the narrator in your verse.

  3. vontoast says:

    I’m now going to enjoy a mint chocolate chip ice cream in a cone. I must be in heaven. 🙂

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