Sunday, January 8, 2012

on the path to your house

like candy, like death
 these moments can harden a person, turn a fire into a freeze
 someone is lost, buzzed, high, tricked.  a body crumbles with excess
 trapped in metals, teeth, salves and saviors
the way the tongue burns for more, there is no saccharine ending

but aren't the ladies lined up like jawbreakers in a candy store?


 don't drink the sun don't drink the distraction
 even the shadow appears delicious
 this is a reminder of all the pretty things
 between here and they're still
 walking back and forth without permission without
 cotton candy, diabetes, crash & crumbs, your words
 the snow will cover, the dogs will lick
 sugar rivulets & rivers, white creeks & sweet lakes
molding you and killing you.  full hands and skilled hearts and empty cavities and

1.8.12

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