Milk Shake
Pint of velvet, chocolate milk,
imbibed beyond a week ago.
It festers in her bedroom still,
thick curd spotted blue with fur.
Not this time! Gulped straight down!
icy cold and creamy fresh.
A simple film, that coats the sides
slicks to base of jilted glass.
A drying stain, a dying strain
for six-legged blue, upon his back.
A papered claw, and what remains?
milk desiccate and gossamer wings.
