Phonographics (that is to say, sound)

Phonographics
by Jill C.

I take the proffered goblet
raise it to my lips
inhale deeply, the scent more pervasive than the taste
A miniscule sip enters my pursed lips
Not the blood of Christ, by any means
Not pure, not sweet
Earthy
spicy
dusty with emulsified age
repugnant
Not actually repugnant
repugnant
it tastes like the word repugnant
magestic
raisained
weathered
Lips pursed to utter the re
then puffed into a kiss for pug
tongue quietly clicking around the flavor for nant

I drive past the overflowing parking lot
a flash of bright yellow catches my eye
Subway hotrod
not actually a hotrod
an old pickup truck
with bulbous fenders
and invasive side mirrors
the name of the sandwich shop emblazened on the side
Subway hotrod
the almost-rhyme of the second term
embodies the frivolity of the stoic vehicle
like a drag queen
sticking out like none other
but proud to be
Subway hotrod

The sound doesn't always have to be the meaning
The words don't have to be read
Just spoken
Just heard
and misunderstood
to the point that repugnant means a taste
hotrod a concept
and Cellar Door beauty
The Phonographics are individual
ecstatic, yet elastic
made to be played with
to represent anything
in the eye
or ear
of anyone
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Ten bonus points if you can catch the Donnie Darko reference. :)