Soup To Go

~Soup To Go~ This summer~ all I want is a bowl of soup A secret flavor that combines every veggie group An outcast taste of ancient granola herbs All kinds of extracts that create different verbs I will leave the table only to dance out in the rain Round and round in wonder catering out my sweet refrain I will visit mother and tell her I forgot her recipe Brag about my soup and how I used and stole her ecstasy Paint about the life she gives the grounded trees Think about the sugar that makes me surrender to her sweet debris I will order me a special~ with the right poetry breeze Exchange my cookie dough with mothers pollen seeds Hide behind her oak tree and listen to her endlessly I can even cook myself a picture making nature my enemy Close my eyes and smell the mist of self control Hold on to my emotion and take a sip of my soup bowl Add extra salt and pepper to every line I manipulate Swirl my spoon around and smile at every thing I hate Come sit down with me and collaborate Lets cabbage out on mothers nature's plate Wakening up to her blossoming sauce that drips with a certain flow Driving by her White castle, and stare at another soup to go Order me; a soup of all the things I see Order me; a soup made out of mystery Order me; a soup out of the things I wanna be Order me; a soup made out of the sadness found inside of me Order me; a coffee to go with my poetry soup Type me a funny comment that will add a smile to my food group:-) by;p.d.