Ode to Candy Corn

rounded wax wedges, waning; a tawny
base that tapers towards a soft point
white like tundra, in taste and texture,
bleeding out from burning copper ribs
hardly mellow hardened creme
of candle crops to harvest fat
free treats, a sign of times once pagan-
pluralistic-primal-precocious-pre-
human, uncivilized, re-captured,
re-claimed, costume the dead alive
and turn the season, turn to shovel
handfuls into mouths full of rotting
teeth a special offer, a limited time only
exciting when available but hardly
missed in memories of stomaches
turned to sick, in children as in men
but indulging in each dish we find it
harder to resist the solstice sweets
and let ourselves get lost inside
that sadistic sugar maize

5 responses to “Ode to Candy Corn

  1. And they’re just gross, dude.

  2. THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY!

  3. enjoyed the post, will never enjoy candy corn. They’re just as gross to me as circus peanuts are…

    p.s. have you seen the Bacon Kevin Bacon sculpture? that’s gross too.

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