These pleasures stain the glass of a past
Past recognition; trespassing whims
Of petty peevish things
We weep, wring hands crinkled with
Lost cares, the clandestine
Candy man who sprinkled
Sugar on our starlight,
Contoured every craving,
Murmured every raving,
Purred into our dark nights
Lasted through the pearling passes
Of all things sweet,
Defeat
To see the candy man once more
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Poems for Morbid Children
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...
