The Wind is in the Flarf

If i should soften – even melt,

a stab of loneliness is felt.

But i am never left alone

when i have an ice cream cone.

If a root beer is emetic,

it’s because i’m diabetic.

When i have finished throwing up

i throw away the root beer cup.

So it is up, up, and away.

I don’t know how else to say

My diabetes is unkind;

and sort of messy in my mind.

I get the root beer on my clothes

if it is windy i suppose.

Walt Abbott 4-30-2011