Poem Alasis

Poem Alasis

In the boiling teapot
leaves swirl and gurgle
themselves
into a mingle.
Vacantly gesturing
at one another,
turning the water
a vivid red.

The steam curls all pretty
against a blue wall as
The sun
all fills the room
all happy and warm.
And Relentless.

Damn,
I'm going to miss those
epic midwestern thunderstorms
in California.
the Black clouds
Roiling
between zags of electric light
The Rage.

Which raises the question:
Humingbirds or
Thunderstorms?
Milk or whisky?

As I attempt to destroy
everything around me
Camus avec Camus
flutters in my ear,
"What we risk is
what we value"

(among other rules)
I can always remember

To drink the red tea,
I brewed,
so carefully, and yet
without hesitation.