I should write haiku before the mojito kicks in…
If chocolate could cure
and caramel heal the soul
I’m surely glowing
Two close encounters
with earnest intensity,
rictus most gruesome.
There’s honest lusting
“who was that bit of handsome?”
as he walks away.
the screaming children,
the spouses past forgiveness
all meet in the mall.
You can see it all
all the people, everything,
see it at the mall.
