Sunday Prayers

April 11, 2021 entry

No Candy Love

I don’t want no candy love

Not that kind

It dissolves in my mouth

It gets stuck between my teeth, sure

But when I am done

I am left with nothing

I am left with nothing

You’re right

I came here for something

Something lit small

Low resolution

As on the rewind I didn’t want to see me

My clumsy body crashing into yours

I was never that type of guy

Phillip Marlowe

Phillip Prince Marlboro

Teaching you to inhale

No, you’re not in his grip yet

But tomorrow then tomorrow then tomorrow

No candy love

Not that kind

Butterscotch from Dennis

They don’t make that flavor no more

And no one 21st century is naming their kids after bacchanalian gods

A carpet of vomit red

Oh, me too

I wouldn’t want to walk such a thing

When I am done coming

I am left with nothing

When I am done coming

I am left with nothing