When I plunge it into the flat Coke sheen?
Wrinkles-her-face by the last straw pebble,
Mud lake fizz, sinks rock through the gulping worm?
Tunnels sucked at like Chaplin’s black Spaghetti,
Circles flutter up from lips of entry.
Teeth pinched thin on the sweet liquid plum-meat,
Kissed stone drowns in the dark milk duck paddles?
Submersion on the bed scooped up to fall,
Sipped seconds: edible squirm confetti.
Whose surface swallows life’s flung skirmishes,
Echo. Briefly ripples.