Frappuccino Love!

By Dave Malone

Frappe! Frappe! Frappe!

O wild heart!

O guilty pleasures galore

In this suburban sprawl

Where I skateboard in every day.

You glide into Starbucks,

O girl of my dreams,

With your coffee-colored hair

And coffee-colored tattoo:

Frappe. Exclamation point.

What inspiration on your tanned and tawny shoulder.

Could I take from your arm or even those

Frothing lippo lippi lips,

A life forever in leisure

Au Starbucks?

O to make frappe a verb!

And to frappe languidly in your love.

No greater pleasure can be found

at an adolescent’s half past nine on a week night.

While skateboarding into the sunset

Of summer sighs and summer thighs,

With my twelve ounce Tall of creamy goodness.

O what sloth! O what froth!

For if this be a fatal frappe error

And upon me creamed, glazed, and proved,

Then this sun at dusk has never writ
Its frothy love on the horizon for you.
Dave Malone is an Ozarker, poet, playwright, third baseman, vegetarian and sci-fi movie addict. His poems have most recently found their way to such fine journals as Mid Rivers Review, Old City Cool, decomP, Spindrift, and Elder Mountain: Journal of Ozark Studies. He’s online at

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