• Your fried crisp words wiggle (shove)
    their way through my central nervous system
    setting off a chain-linked explosion
    of strawberry tickled cheeks.
    OH! and that eat… your… heart… out…
    type of inhumane sticky fingered persuasion
    (and how it made cleaning up the pieces such a chore).
    Your candied promises did please my pallet
    but the slick river of chocolate-coated phrases hit
    the ground each time my hungry fingers reached.
    Maybe you aren’t so melt in my mind, I guess,
    let alone deliciously true.
    My heart was not meant for the
    clown in the rodeo place setting.
    It’s better than the a** in your comedic fantasy.
    Yet. I walked your sugar plum dreamland anyways
    only to receive the rocky road taste-test experience
    causing me to turn a joked eye
    even more towards the cheesy dark side
    (a cookieless transition).
    This
    Is
    Your
    Fault
    .
    How are you so sure
    that what you’re half-lidded perceiving
    is but a Dream in a Dream
    and not the sweet&sour reality?
    I’m full off your feast of voided pleasure
    and my smoker-ruined buds are lost
    in your updown (onoff) appetite
    so I can’t serve the answer.