We tagged him Candle Sticks,
Called him that
When he was six.
Snot oozed down
Around his lips.
It was one of those taunts
That seamlessly sticks.
When he ran in the race,
He finished dead last;
His pants fell down,
Exposing the ***
Of a hometown clown.
Many times I'd see him
Standing in the movie line,
Taking his aisle seat.
Or stocking butter and cheese
In the dairy case at Foodland;
Or under the bridges,
On a bench, watching the freighters
Power on to foreign cities;
Smiling at the fishermen casting their lines.
I think I saw him cry,
In the library, reading the local paper
In a secluded carrel.
I heard he walked to the Bridge,
And jumped.
Candle Sticks.
It stuck.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 9:34 AM UTC
We tagged him Candle Sticks,
Called him that
When he was six.
Snot oozed down
Around his lips.
It was one of those taunts
That seamlessly sticks.
When he ran in the race,
He finished dead last;
His pants fell down,
Exposing the ***
Of a hometown clown.
Many times I'd see him
Standing in the movie line,
Taking his aisle seat.
Or stocking butter and cheese
In the dairy case at Foodland;
Or under the bridges,
On a bench, watching the freighters
Power on to foreign cities;
Smiling at the fishermen casting their lines.
I think I saw him cry,
In the library, reading the local paper
In a secluded carrel.
I heard he walked to the Bridge,
And jumped.
Candle Sticks.
It stuck.
Bluewater Bridge, Sarnia.
