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 -
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
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
Mothers of America
let your kids go to the movies
get them out of the house so they won't
know what you're up to
it's true that fresh air is good for the body
but what about the soul
that grows in darkness, embossed by
and when you grow old as grow old you
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
shout blind on the phonograph
the rhythm the rhythm--and your memory in my head three years after--
And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud--wept, realizing
how we suffer--
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember,
prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of An-
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.