Tofuwachtel

Under the creaky tree
A sip of Laphroaig in the glass
Surrounded by bitter, scruffy green
It sounds: rien ne va plus

Replicator Broken
Fruit Cyclamate
Purple Nightmare
Left Ten Behind
Oxygen Low
Evacuation Started

At the fair
I take everything with me
From fruit jelly
To Caramac
And popcorn
To a bit of coconut
And everywhere the sugar baby blues resound

Warm smolders the wood
Gentle smoke rises up
Spicy resin drips
On whispering soft leather
A sweet call softly sounds
Into the quiet dark

Sugar me by day
Fruit mix of canned fruit
On a tough orange soufflé
Decorated with sweet flowers
And on the Milky Way
Sugar me by night