Living on the thin skin
of a peach in space
its fuzz
our everything
but for that flat fruit
and saccharine fever dreams
the cream is turning our peach
into a nectarine
discipled
unto that giving bosom
have I consumed its saccharine
as though an infant
cleaved unto its mother-
that its nourishment I might know
beyond the tender touch of flesh
that does nothing for the soul
have I rested my lips
on such a fertile breast-
that knows nothing of turmoil
beyond its own hunger
lest I stand rejected
Memories
Some memories will never die.
Those saccharine summers limping on,
Etched in my mind like a longed for song.
And those I have loved,faces keen,faces bright,
The fevered Noels always in sight.
I remember those fireside chats,
Our humour for hire,drunk on indulgence,
Dreams on fire. Some memories will glimmer
And glow,strong and proud in their honoured place,
Others,mere whispers that wait to earn their rightful
Space.
And bad memories? They may wail and groan,
Tell of pasts,no mercy shown.
And come they will,knocking at the door,
Bursting through.But,like a passing storm,
Will fade and still. Yet,as I look back,every one
I cherish,and like ripples upon a moonlit lake,
Will melt into sweet night.
Robert Parker
I remember
when we were just little kids
we always spent the afternoon together
every year
like a pair of clubs and spades
at the holiday carnival
cruising The Paratrooper
as fast as a drop of a coin
masticating on heaps
of salted buttered popcorn
with steaming pepperoni pizzas
and cotton candy both pink and blue
saccharine and light as cirrus clouds
until our bellies erupted
splashy rainbows from
our lurid, esophageal dungeon
like two offbeat carnival kids
living up the holiday fun
Euphoric in some strange delight
I just want to be yours alone
Under aurum cointreau twilight
You shine through my sull eyes, leadlight
For you, my sin, I pray, atone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Claim my soul with willing foreright
Devour me all, skin and bone
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Taste my ill tears and heal my blight
Carmine covenant, song I drone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Your lips of saccharine starlight
Drink scarlet of my heart unsewn
Under aurum cointreau twilight
Kiss me beneath milky moonlight
Just tell me that I’m yours alone
Euphoric in some strange delight
Under aurum cointreau twilight
It’s dark here—
Pillars of rain hold tears in place
as the thunder bellows
lupine laments
succor for saccharine hiboux
murmurs of misunderstanding
malice on the mind of mayhem,
unaware of the daffodil’s proclivity
for imminent destruction,
the madness of sacral lilies,
petrichor hymns
crooned to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
Saccharine safe
Saffron salute
Sagacious salving
Samely similar
So sentimental
Serene signal
Sweet sincerity
I am the rot beguiling the saccharine summer hue
I am the self in selfish sorrow, sullying the morning dew
Sickened with the mortal blips of emotion
To fall with the fragility of flesh hipped erosion
Hipped bone beneath browned bandage
Honed the hand hither, 'ncase fickle flesh cannot manage
T'stand aground the mortal vantage
Health t'sickness, worn to wear, not to manage, thy
Breath be dragged'n rancid acid, lipped from the dazed haze of exhaustion
She who had not a gun to brandish, but the naval blade o'self-famish
She who chose to awake, who awoke'n self-loathing
Whose body is irate with the dawned dam break of bile
T'overflow mine own organs, and hinder the words of hungered mind
Breaking the tide of the thrum drum pendulum heart
Shalt th'tounge twist rue th'bile duct of recovery
Drool the drivel of a mere reason 'why?'
And retract the bile of thy sickened mind.
I am to drool the drivel, of love from human kind
Im so tired'f this mortal mortuary
In place of mortal mind.
I am the mind that threatens to die.
And i am the mind, prepared to fight.
With an ingenuine saccharine la-di-da
The hoity toity woman said “hi” to ma
A want to be royal, an aristocrat
stated poser, false Sheila name of Pat
My brother was smitten right away
He gave her his best times of day
Pat could have been a clock tower shooter
He did not see this at all, my brother Tooter
She is so refined and fashionable!
I thought a narcist too and really dull
She is so pretty and genteel
I did not think so, and here’s the deal…
I knew William, her ex, a wonderful man
She stole all his stuff except for a fan
At her sale she refused to sell to him
He was escorted out by her new friend Tim
Will’s dog was sad, she had him staked out mean
Putting on airs like a Victorian Queen
Pat married my brother Tooter of course
Arrived in a carriage with a rented horse
We may have lost him I said to my ma
Just like your daddy, she said, referring to Pa
For Pa had run away with a scoundrel too
She took all his money and possessions in ’82.
Sometimes I wonder,
if I’m wasting my seconds
trying to prove love
lasts longer
when you drown it with gin.
Her ghost circles back—
again, again—
the Poppy wears
a saccharine, serrated grin—
(oh, how I’ve missed it)
nestled among
my worn-out keycaps.
I didn’t mean to write her—
I keep pressing delete—
But she never blinks.
That's when I know–
I must
write and write and write and write—
or she erases me.
bitter
acerbic, unpleasant
sneering, alarming, unwelcoming
acidulent, caustic, saccharine, confection
tasting, appreciating, fancying
pleasing, tasty
sweet
Every minute is a choice
I can be saccharine or evil
Nasty or helpful
Every word is a choice
I can choose to help, heal, uplift
Or discourage, dismay or remain silent
Every thought is a choice
I can choose to be happy or depressed
Today I choose happy
Prophet predicted priceless profit for Pree
***** prophecy if you ask me
Revitalized my cousin though said Dee
Saccharine suggestion motivated lazy she
Tickling this ragamuffin terrifically
Ultimately changing slacker Pree
He starts with the natural order of things,
thinks
wash bedsheets,
been pushing chores aside -
that's just natural.
Done with saccharine,
from now on
teaspoonful of honey
at least until
the year-old jar
stops oozing.
Corn flakes gone stale,
the days fall out of sleep
way sooner than they should,
and that's hard to do - naturally.
Order comes and goes.
Mold grows blue bread
nothing last as long as fungus.
It's the predicable
that catches him unawares.
Nature chugs along,
small birds stop singing by noon,
maybe he forgot to hear them,
natural orders arrange
his face
for all the foreseeable day
then bored with its cosmic game -
leaves him alone.
our love is like bubble gum kisses
sweet and sticky a childish delight
a playful game of back and forth wishes
holding hands we soar to new heights
our hearts beat in sync with every chew
an explosion of flavor a burst of bliss
with every kiss our love feels anew
a moment frozen in time we won't miss
but as the gum loses its saccharine taste
we're left with nothing but an empty space
the bubble pops our love leaves in haste
leaving us alone to pick up the pace
so let's savor each kiss like it's our last
before our bubble of love is forever past
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