Cocktails

by Adina Rosenthal

A throw back of a Molotov
It burns something fierce.
I can only describe it
as a mellifluous mixture of
Salt
Left by sweat and tears
Ash, with its grainy reminiscence, and
Conjecture
Leaving a nebulous yet pungent aftertaste
as evanescent as it is parasitic.
Just a hiccup
on that road set aflame
as it
as I
Cascade back down.

Momentous

by Adina Rosenthal

Agonize over the simple pleasure
of a reminiscent breeze
a desert full of chimerical cacti
with the occasional bloom.

But with the crash of a wave
a single Moment.

The cacophony of memories coalesce
Evanescence proudly at the helm!

Only salty tears
Enclose a bleeding heart

Tick-Tock

by Adina Rosenthal

how clocks tick
eludes me
unintelligible
to the naked eye.
still,
i always wanted to be
a watchmaker
and keep track of the time
even if
i go cuckoo.