Orange Candy Peptides
Orange candy peptides in a canon ball of parched tongue discreet
Tanks of juice and thylakoids of fibers in a cloudy saliva lake at the metal coral reefs of my sink
Strawberry tongue whirls in their muscular gills like a whale on my crusty lip aquarium
Orange candy peptides in a seaweed fishnet dock,
amongst sweaty sailor ships and pubes of the ocean,
wrapper crushed and rolled over like a pool ball
to the corner of my bedroom wall,
like booger blue kazoo chick shrill pungent notes
against gum sporangia spit fret board bedhead stink
Hoop earrings for men’s cologne pheromone dolphins to leap into
Orange candy peptides on a fluorescent bulb moon,
against a flea dog’s scrap metal tent working wage, howling sorrow in fibrous strands of heaving, flustered and sticky toffee teared cheek
full of dimples
from each ambitious knee to the floor
bruised prayer my grandfather made,
his Parkinson elbow a waning wax white candle,
glass of milk for scraps of flower bread,
like grains of burnt rice at the bottom of the grill
for the schizophrenic birds on alleys of branches,
streetcorners pebbled and glittered with more wispy bread and fairy dust rice,
who once kept Oscar’s Happy Prince wax candle company
like a bus stop streetlight,
only to build tinsel nests
on that light pole’s cracked filament
for a hookah’s toasty marshmallow,
body spray sprouting armpit hair, hash winter.
My howling sorrow could be at the bottom of somebody’s bong,
the grease off of a burger’s butter paper,
the rice off of somebody’s stir fry grill,
a sugary crackly, chocolatey joy of mine,
a mere summer’s horniness for rain
in the middle of the year’s month breeze on a school’s merry go round playground
where the sand caked your knees like sesame bread in a “boulangerie,” bakery right next to the off-sale rack clothes.
that tinsel and newspaper sewers sweat around,
in some microorganisms sweat shop
biological mechanism
for mica in my mother’s lipstick’s matte sheen.
