Edible Furniture and Candy Lies

This is my oldest poem, over 20 years old at this point.

Edible Furniture and Other Candy Lies

The whole world could be made of cake for all I know,

Sugar coated, but not sweet at all.

It could fall apart at my very touch,

I’m afraid to reach out, you know?

It’s got me thinking about my sweet blood,

I’m so precious, yet so fragile.

Your shelf gives me quite a view over the realm…

It’s human nature to stack things high and make them sit pretty.

Trauma to the head,

Self-induced amnesia,

Walking around with a permanent head rush,

And what a rush it is…

Incoherence is my only high,

An honest man can’t live a lie.

Just whisper the truths in my ear as I dream,

Just hold my hand tight if I begin to scream.

Stick a candle in my heart,

For every time I had to grow up too fast.

You have to set me on fire,

To see how old I truly am.

I’ll see the beauty when no one else is around,

I mean it when I say I’ll be right by your side.

Even if my skin is made entirely of frosting,

If we have nothing at all,

Then I've got nothing to hide.