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Inarticulate*
by S.J. TylerIndividual
articulate and clean
gleams with baby oils
spoiled with sweets
Tickled my fancy
Tickled your spine
Mine own, little dance
Incomprehensible
Barely even sensible
Ill give you candy canes
If you make my bed
And lie in it
Lie like you always do
Lie
Shining face
Pure and fresh
Express flowery delights
Spite, spit them in my face
Replace glowing memories
I do, with dingy crusty truths
When you speak
I see right through you
You know that I do
Threw more lip smacking sugar treats
Into my ears
Though sugar does no good
No taste buds there
To absorb the cotton candy fluff
Around the hard
Cardboard cone
That stabbed when it hit
Stabbed and bled
Oozing lovelies
Around your teeth
Out of your red berry
Watermelon-y lips
Syrupy too sweet
Treat you like the child you pretend to be
Mend holes with glucose glue
Taffy being spun
By the ton, everlasting
Even outliving gobstoppers
Though they spoil in the sun
Wish youd melt
Like your words, out of your mouth
As soon as I hear them,
When I look at you
Child
Sticky fingered, ooey,
Gooey, lying thief
Taking my attention, my time
Lime drops, sweeter than lemon
Spat like machine gun bullets
At my head my heart
Offer them back to you
With the same consideration
Since I chew through the fluff
Stuff it behind my mind
Kind of melt it away
Hey, do you want any of those candy canes?
01/02/2003 Author's Note: Published (Patterns)
Posted on 08/19/2003
Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler
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