You are the Goddess of all Halloween candy
I don’t care what they say,
Don’t listen to Stephen Colbert, and the millions of consumers who cannot see your true artistry
Listen to me.
I see all of you.
And I will love you forever
In spite of your corn syrup and Red dye #40.
I focus on the positive
Your sweet delectable beauty.
Your white tips are like snow covered mountains,
That touch the sacred heavens,
A drop of milk from a mother’s breast,
You’re simply the best!
Your center, as brilliant as the orange leaves
That I saw for like 2 days before the Fargo winds
Ripped them down from the trees
And buried them deep in the earth.
Your golden base is a ray of light
That descends all the way into the dead
And rises again
After 8 months of f*cking winter.
You are the color of the yellowing grasses
I meditate on in the fall
Peed on by dogs
And dying in the cold
As I dread the first snow.
You come in the kiss of seasons
In the thin places
I hope to keep around my waist.
You are a holy undivided trinity of color
Of childhood nostalgia.
And so I will feast on you
My chalk-like manna,
Cloaked in confectioner’s glaze
And carnauba wax,
You are my wind, my rain, my tummy ache.
Now and forever,