Sunday, November 8, 2009

the sugar bowl is always full
at our house
for your gluttony
rich amber, golden sweetness
wasted in the bottom of your cup
contained loosely
and tightlypacked in blue glass, safe
full full
always full
for you
three spoons, four
help yourself
sugar~ grains of perfect sand
blend, melt merge
so sweet
so sweet so full
have, have, take, take
more fill to bursting
til you purge
sweetened lies
tumbling at our feet
undigested, empty empty
blue glass broken on the red floor

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