They sent me a salwar kameez
&nb sp; peacock-blue,
& nbsp; and another
glistening like an orange split open,
embossed slippers, gold and black
&nbs p; points curling.
Candy-striped glass bangles
&n bsp; snapped, drew blood.
Like at school, fashions changed
&n bsp; in Pakistan -
Concrete and heat,
Sneakered feet on tar,
Stepping on a melted candy bar,
Gravel on the street,
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
there are flavors in my freezer
you have never seen before,
twenty-eight divine creations
too delicious to resist,
why not do yourself a favor,
try the flavors on my list:
COCOA MOCHA MACARONI
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)—
a sort of inheritance; white,
in your thirties now, and supposed
to supply me with vegetables,
but you don't; or you won't; or you can't
get the idea through your brain—
the world's worst gardener since Cain.
Titled above me, your gardens
ravish my eyes. You edge
the beds of silver cabbages
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out -
The walls scooped clean with a spoon.
A grim design decided on, that afternoon,
The eyes are the first to go,
Isosceles or trapezoid, the square nose,
The down-turned mouth with three
Hideous teeth and, sometimes,
When it’s Easter time...
The parents are out shopping...
We wait patiently all night...
For the bunnies to start hopping...
The Easter eggs are all dyed...
The fake grass is bright green...
Will we get my favorite candies...
Well, that remains to be seen...
Pull me closer,
Shake those hips.
Eat the Sugar,
Make sure not to spill a drop.
You keep feeding me all this Candy,
moving clouds, puffy
gold rose dawn fills waking skies
summer's honeyed days
as heat gains its peak
gilt clouds, noon butterscotch sky
lemon meringue pie
cocoa with soft marshmallows
It all started back in 1915...
When a great grandmother named Angelina Napoli Cortese...
Made her candy for family and friends...
“The best in the world” is what everyone says...
Her son, Sam, was a 12 year old child...
A businessman at a very young age...
He started selling his momma’s candy...
Working hard to make an honest wage...
The night was black, a yellow moon was gleaming;
In a nearby wood, night creatures were screaming.
My steps were quickened, eyes rounded in fright;
Such a misfortune to be lost on Halloween night!
Then a ghost drifted to me, as if borne by a breeze;
So dazed and woozy, unconsciousness began to tease.
I revived to see a costumed ghost, sweet and dandy.
"Please feel better," she said, giving me a candy.