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