In the barn turned snack bar,
I scraped the face of my big toe
ascending the stairs. I didn’t care.
Sucrose sweets, summertime treats
belonged between my loosening teeth
Rotting wood, bumblebees
yellow plastic baseball bats
rolling hills flowed in the break of trees
God was shaking the dust out of his welcome mats
At the time He appealed to me, because
sunbeams were his means to call us home,
His warm tender tractor beam
pulling souls wherever they shone
so encapsulating
so intoxicating
so comforting
Please harpoon me my Lord of Light
pull me in, I’m a prize of a catch.
For every day that I stay here, a chipwich
becomes a less appealing snack.
Categories:
sucrose, angst, childhood, god, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Am i speaking with a girl coy
And not sensible Billy Roy
Just cramming much sugar in soy?
Up appetite sucrose could cloy,
Sweetened meals hearts hardly buoy,
Much sugar and less joy,
Yes, time bomb treating as toy;
Not better than Rum for Ahoy!
I could swear a food demon's ploy
To their finishing hands employ
"Now Diabetes here we come:
Billy Roy and I show the sum"
Categories:
sucrose, allusion, analogy, death, health,
Form: Rhyme
LOLLYPOP SAGA
the lollypop sits
as it has for seven years
on a window sill
immune to the flow of time
abandoned but not lonely
the girl who left it
learns about carbohydrates
in chemistry class
not thinking of the sucrose
in the sweetness she forgot
she discovers it
during her college spring break
and promptly eats it.
one might say the confection
achieves its final purpose
but wait- there is more!
she converts the sucrose to
carbon dioxide.
thus the candy's destiny
is to aid global warming
Richard Ramette
Categories:
sucrose, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Tanka
Squatting in the insouciant syrup of a somber solid sucrose,
I’m cemented in a molasses morose and its lipogenic fructose.
The glucose gathers as regurgitated nectar barfed by a buzzing swarm,
And what’s inside is fossilized into a saccharine sticky form.
Alas, an amber chamber for a saprophagous future,
Entombs me in my own sarcophagus sealed with a sugar suture.
In this honeycomb crumbling catacomb that captures those who enter,
I’m licked away like a lollipop with a parasitic center.
For all that’s left inside of me has soured into a rotten pile of litter,
As all that’s sweat outside my skin conceals the inner bitter.
Categories:
sucrose, corruption, death, depression,
Form: Couplet
Tufts of ghostly cotton candy,
Backlit by lavender sage,
Caught in rocky nooks and
crannies,
Sky islands of stage.
Sugar whipped and frothy,
Clouds of pink and blue,
Melting in the moisture,
Disappearing with the dew.
Sticky light, fluffy grains,
Momentary treat,
Saccharin violet bliss,
Diabetic feat.
Rock candy gossamer, air-
whipped, spun,
Majesty's paper cone,
Rainbow sprinkles of
precipitation,
Air and water and stone.
Xylose billows, sucrose puffs,
Mouthwatering bits of sky,
Trapped by sierras, amethyst,
Until they melt, die.
Categories:
sucrose, storm
Form: ABC
I am with my friends.
We are sitting in the balcony in open air, feeling the sky is the limit, or is it?
Then i take-off.
I am in wonderland or maybe it is alice.
Everybody are laughing, maybe they are laughing at me.
Then i notice myself laughing, maybe I'm also laughing at myself.
Theories are unpredictable.
Its the only time i become sucrose-tolerant.
The music is soothing, taking me places.
The night sky is brilliant, the stars are dazzling, i can feel the wind blow across my body.
I am hungry, i am thirsty.
Oh! once again, the music is amazing. Spiraling around.
Then i wait... Wait till I rot away...
Categories:
sucrose, adventure, confusion, depression, friendship,
Form: I do not know?
On the brink of devil kissing virgin summer,
As the sun burned shreds of treacle on the sky;
Traced the lips upon the breast of brimstone woman,
By the lilies in the river running by;
As a hedonistic fever sacked the orchard
And the fruit of pregnant angels fell to ground,
An eclipse cut out the power to the stations,
All the radios made not one single sound.
Empty dwelling in the dreaming of desire,
For experience to bite the hand that feeds,
A tequila sunrise lemon soured the sucrose,
When the urgency of yearning fades, recedes.
On the threshold of a noble savage feeling,
Of a pagan urge to whip the luscious crack,
Either fear or redemption reins the serpent,
Faint regret at faint reprieve in holding back.
Categories:
sucrose, adventure, confusion, love, nostalgia,
Form: Verse