Lip Therapy XV(!)

“That? That is a closed, though representative hollow
of the epiphenomenal scream of a cave.” Great!
May I have two scoops of that with a flake
please? And I lick and lick and lick, and it is everything
I wouldn’t want to be doing, but I have failed
to cover the land in my desire: ice cream? Always.
What did you get? “I got personality with
empath sauce in a split. It’s saucy!” O I must admit it
is: have I seen that? Well you know. Off over the bridge
we were next to test flying. They’d suggested it was true, but
have you ever seen the landings? Still a body. “I’m eating!” Sorry!—
I’ll give you something: there’re ghosts that come from my belly
only I feel this taste is getting nowhere. Does it make sense
to think one is getting anything universal, when it’s premised
in a culture of notes without wires—when it is moving
the numbers without the bean bags? The school tokens
were even a trick! How am I… how am I even eating this?
“Excuse me! That’s £6:50, please?” Yes! I screamed
and paid. Though by then he was used to it. Though in a minute I was gone
and in the air! So we went back to give him
a piece of my hand print (and I
had saved!) and there’s never been a truck here, the teenagers
said in their third act of quietude of the day.