Succor & Sour Candy

Advice from taste, these prizes

which reprises our eyes

our tongues like leaches swimming in saliva

for the hung beauty

attaches quickly to the senses

yet as swift is sour to the tongue

if it holds nothing but itself

like chains that link upon fences

keeping out understanding

keeping in our defenses and wrongs

 

Beautiful succor that nutures both

aplumb need for shelter

from hurried rumors of storms;

also silences anger of delta

forces which constructs fear to loathing

in hive-like forms

succor is a nest from harsher worlds

that smears our dress

blues and whites cleanly pressed

she is a mama, and he is proud

carries itself with dignity

when sour candy and indemnity

pollute our future's light-filled serenity

 

Spit out the leaches

remake a meal just right

well balanced and appropriately sweet

with strength to lift feet

from muddy plight

forward march . . . toward infinite, dine.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

different view nice write