POEM FROM THE POOR POET

SWEET TOOTH

Well She likes Him
and Him likes Her
and Her likes That Guy
Don't you see?

(That Guy likes She)?
It's crazy as can be.

Three, four -
What's a few more?
That Guy's in the corner, cakein' on She.

Cakein', definition:
Being so sweet on someone
That the tooth aches
The body shakes
Tongue salivates
For just a taste
of that person

And I'm certain
that love is somethin'
like a powdered sugared doughnut
full of jelly - it's mighty messy.
Once you get that stuff on your clothes
it's not coming off
and your stuck there,
sitting in confectionery.

Yeah, yeah!
Betty Crocker knows-
knows all about that sort of thing.
When she was 23
she found love to be
worse than a flour-covered apron
and in the middle of making out
with Boyfriend #3,
decided she'd rather be baking cake
or cookies or something
ANYTHING other than kissing

'Cause kissing made her feel
so mixed up inside,
like unbaked brownie batter
being hit with a wooden spoon

and there was just no-
no more room
for her to feel-
feel ANYTHING
but a craving for cake,
so she took her rolling pin and said goodbye
to Boyfriend #3
then made a bundle of dough
putting heart into sweets
for you and me.

C'est la Vie! That's life you see,
We all want the same
same thing, a - m - o -r -e spells
NUMBER ONE RECIPE

Which explains why
no matter who or what or where we are,
we share this infinite hunger
to dive into each other hearts
and wind together
like strands of Twizzlers

Until we are nothing
but one
Single
Solitary
Unit
of Pure.
Sugar-Cane.
Love.


-Shannon Holt

You can read more from Shannon at her blog The Dorm Room Diner.