I have a growing collection of phrases that I have come across reading. I started writing them down just to see what they might become. One of them became the title of the poem below, though I’m not sure this is an ice cream shop I’d enjoy.
the flavor of fear
social anxiety a la mode
chicken ripple, rocky roadcrowded elevator, past mistakes,
family gathering, faulty brakes,ice-o-lation, terrorist crunch
late-night rumble, sucker punchonline date, salty stranger
minty clear and present dangerbroken promise, stomach flu
foreign substance, botched tattoorepeated failure, fall from grace
double vision, deep disgracefinal jeopardy, too much stuff
perfect storm, just not enough
Peace,
Milton
Love it.
Nice mash up!
Reminds me of “Isn’t It Ironic” Nicely gathered!
Family gathering, huh? Clearly a certain “flavor” of family gathering.
Fun ride. Thanks!