Sugar High
An Ode To My Mom-Mom

Church was four butterscotch candies long this Sunday
And hot too
I usually place a chocolate coin in the tithes basket for the pastor
But the chocolate coin is more like chocolate paste at this point
And adheres my pocket shut
So I lay flat doing Sunday puzzles
Starmint blazer hanging off of red velvet cloud
I’m not just floating today
I’m sugar high
I look over to see moms in her Sunday best with the yellow chest
My canary, lemon dropped and
Chocolate kissed
Yellow star
Burst-ing pipes
Her melody falls like warm caramel on sweetened ears
And I am sugar high
About the Creator
Dan-O Vizzini
Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?
Well— reach.
Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.




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