Made Up
It looks alone
Sitting naked
On a paper towel
A donut
Sandblasted, it seems,
With the golden soft
Flesh and shell
Of coconut
Its aroma is
Quite quiet,
Reminding me of
Some Hawaiian
Beach I’ve never
Been to
It’s just a
Morsel
A palm tree
Powdery sand
A sugary beachy
Tropical fleeting
Imaginary memory
Rough and escaping
Consumed and gone
That is what
It tastes like
Consume Reality! 