Saturday, November 13, 2010


Too Much Candy

I am
too much candy
sticky for love
in quantity
like 25 pounds of chocolate.
All you can eat.
Too much.

I am
stick fingers.
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.

I am
like seltzer, clean and empty,
but full of random effervescence—
a distribution of air mixing with the liquid of events
pricked by fears of
going flat.

October 1986


  1. Oh i LIKE that last stanza. I like the whole notion of being sticky candy, seltzer, etc.

    Interesting, perhaps, that I am at this very moment baking brownies. Not 25 pounds, though. ;-)

  2. Good, then 1986 wasn't a total loss...

    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

  3. 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.

    This was a wonderful poem. Especially since I'm a chocoholic...


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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