Red Bull and Soggy Noodles

I'm deep in meditation

(yeah, I meditate now, did I mention that?)

when i get a whiff of chinese food

and the sticky sweet scent

of Red Bull

and I'm laughing, not quite out loud

that

soggy noodles

and beverages

banned in other countries

can waft into my happy place

and raise a smile

that comes from somewhere

deep,

deep down

while I'm lying flat

on the carpet,

head to toe to head to toe.

I might be laughing,

but it's a serious matter

Red Bull and soggy noodles.

And laughter.

I'm serious. So don't laugh.

Even though it's ridiculous.

Totally ridiculous.

Red bull and soggy noodles

and the heat,

heart beat

sticky, sweet

sticky, sickly sweet

that smile from the deep.

Yep, I'm thinking of

Red Bull

and soggy noodles.

Ridiculous.