Too Much Candy
too much candy
sticky for love
like 25 pounds of chocolate.
All you can eat.
A lit display of nerves.
A graphic run forward and back
at arbitrary speeds;
A green bug
meeting up with a windshield makes
a more solid statement than my own.
like seltzer, clean and empty,
but full of random effervescence—
a distribution of air mixing with the liquid of events
pricked by fears of
Oh i LIKE that last stanza. I like the whole notion of being sticky candy, seltzer, etc.ReplyDelete
Interesting, perhaps, that I am at this very moment baking brownies. Not 25 pounds, though. ;-)
Good, then 1986 wasn't a total loss...ReplyDelete
Wish I was baking something. I was looking for photos for this; you don't WANT to be doing a google image search for chocolate unless your will is seriously strong, I'm tellin ya
Oh, the fear of the flatness...but somehow I don't think you should have that fear. It's clear you're full of fizz and bubbles.ReplyDelete
This was a wonderful poem. Especially since I'm a chocoholic...