Candy From a Baby

Hey there, Auntie.
Look, watch me
b r e a k.
I’ve come
here just for you.

Yes --
we’ll slip in
a new movie,
stare
as my life falls apart.
Words that are
drunk
on too much temptation --
what is this that you
show?


My trusting eyes gaze
at the tube in astonished
wonder.
Two dials I have never
yet turned before --
hands
of mine reach out
for newfound
curiosity.
I want to change
the channel, though,
unable
to escape this terror.
Your mind creeps
closer;
I smell confusion
on your breath. You
reek
of stupid mistakes
and the desire to
steal
candy from a baby.


Now you speak.
Unzip
your reservations
and unbutton your
will.
No choice do
I have but to
o b e y.

Hands grope thoughts
never yet pondered --


Tragedy

of a little boy.
Will, now, I
ever
know that love
is not just a word simply
wasted?
These minutes feel
like hours now.
Sixty
hours have passed
since that first
unwelcome
sigh. Now you
lay conked out -

my conked out --
is much more severe.