Sugar Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle the morning sun. Handle and rim perched upon granite-top, drawers spun and shoulders slump. Kerplunk! There went my spoon, a patented pyramid thereafter soon. A roar of lions from the steamer that crisp turnt slurple raised finger. Three more hearty dunks- my pyramid grew swimming trunks. Pride simmered in quiet rumble, A fumble & tumble swirl tango in water. Then came the clink clink! As I became master stirrer, drink used to be sweet but now just bitter!
Giuseppe Gillespie
More Poetry…
Одеса Oдісія (Odessa Odyssia)
Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
On the Horizon a Beautiful Storm Calls my Name
The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
These Eyes of Mine Will Age
Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages…
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Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 
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