While he bites the ice .....

                   While he bites the ice......






When he bites the iced water
Of the blocking cakes visible ,
from the transparent pet jar of
his ten year old fridge , cool and carefree,
mocking man, for his frozen and moribund
attitude, overrated by a pretentious cult of
nonchalance and indefatigable synergy,
while he drinks the beauty of the dark eyed,
flowing into dithyramb , the future which
he revels into a mellifluous song
becomes a dark, dark chamber of commerce
irretrievable . He still stares at the pet jar,
white iced blocks stumbling in the neck
ready to pass through his throat. His
transparency is reduced into zero.