"laffy" poems
there’s something
about the taste
the feel
the experience
of imitation strawberries
strawberry Laffy Taffy
strawberry milk
strawberry pokey
light pink
like the cream
left over
after eating fresh strawberries
drenched in cream
and covering with sugar
that off white
pink
colour
tasting slightly of strawberries
but not really
innocent yet naughty
like your first discovery
of your sexuality
alone in your room
on a lazy afternoon
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
Remember the innocence in the way we once fell upon the playground?
Scraped knees and ****** hands,
we held starlight in the center of our palms.
Somewhere along the way our bodies
grew long and lanky, we fall too awkward.
We have turned this graceful display of youth
into a grotesque scene of blood splatter.
We do not tumble with out damage,
the kind that scars your bones, reaches to the very core of you.
I wonder often, if we may ever get back to the simple things,
things like hot summer cement,
things like melting ice cream,
and beating the height of the sun on swing sets?
I wonder if there is a dream wave to ride back to childhood
To school girl crushes
and crayons that taste like the best candy I have ever consumed.
Some days I wish that I could verbalize this feeling,
to the people that I love.
When I watch them fall from skyscrapers
I want to meet them at the ground
with a dream catcher to save them.
And when I caught them, I would whisper slowly
of the days when we used to believe in these things.
When we would make birthday wishes about being able to fly,
and we did not have such heavy bricks holding down our imaginations.
I want to take them by the hand, to this place in my heart
Deep down, past all of the crushing things,
Where the moon leaks moonshine
and we drink until our baby bellies are full.
Where the grass tastes like laffy taffy
and the sun's rays caress your back as I once believed it did.
I want to show them this place inside of me,
and make them understand that it belongs inside of them too.
Cotton Candy vendors on the street
Happy thoughts, and graceful falls.
Some where inside us.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
She's a purple laffy taffy
Just a tiny bit snazzy
But not in the least bit ******
She's always got a joke
To lighten the mood
And maybe share a Coke
Though sometimes she's a difficult brand to be chewed
she's blunt
And doesn't bother putting up a front
Her wrapper makes you laugh
But her insides are just like a gaff
She's a rock in the cold light of day
But an ocean in the warm breeze of May
She is a mystery
With a long history
She doesn't always feel good enough
Because the other taffys are saying that's she's rough
But she's got her own thing going
Even without the other taffys knowing
So you can keep on throwing rocks
But one day
she's gonna knock off your socks
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Bittersweet butterscotch summers
Beachside with you
Seasalt caramel evenings with beer
So saccharine sweet
Baby, please break my heart
Chocolate mint biscuits
Break easier than my heart
I’m a lolly shop of love
And I thought I had the flavour
You would take upon your mouth
But I was wrong
Take my feelings
Snap them like honeycomb shards
I know you can do it
Nothing tastes sweet for me anymore
Please, I’m sick of stirring batter
That I cannot bake
I’m choking on bitter almonds
But I would never feed you
Cinnamon cyanide cupcakes
Take a drink from my angel cake cup
Honey lemon tea from me
Or drop the tea cup on the floor
Burn my dulcet agony
Or listen to the tick-tock timer
Because I want to close up shop
Break my candy heart
Between your teeth,
My bubblegum boy, and burst your bubble
Or kiss me with your laffy-taffy lips
Sweet temptation
And sweeter bliss
With this power over me
The choice is yours
But please, break my heart,
My sweet heart
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
talking with Paul Gurrieri
made me think that advertising has a lot
to answer for
for i did not know what laffy taffy was
so advertising stop messing with us
the poets of this world
and thanks Paul :-)
now i will have to do one about mobiles.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC
Behind my eyes, you're all I see
Golden orange, little tabby
I scramble for the words to say
But they all just seem to melt away
You make me fly
You get me high
With lips and eyes that smile so
Make it seem as if you glow
Soft and sweet, like laffy taffy
Cartoon cat you are so daffy
Delicious kisses, artsy boy
You've come to bring me so much joy
My candy addiction
You seem like fiction
Burning nights away with you
Wake to find the dreams were true
***
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky
The One Percent will play.
Squirrely Shirley Hurly Burly
In the full light of day.
Hop them, bop them;
You can’t stop them.
They’re never going away.
Crying, trying, always lying,
They count on your ignorance.
Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky
Wham bam, thank you man.
Daffy, laffy, slappy happy.
What’s the hap? What’s the plan?
Cooked books, buncha crooks.
Loosie, goosey, where’s the noosey?
Flakey, fakey, jump in the lakey.
Take and take, oil of snake,
How much of this can good people take?
Scream and shout, let it all out
Stick it, we’ll show up and picket
You’ll try to trick it, we’ll buy you a ticket
On a rail, feathered, or off to jail.
Subliminal criminals, sentences too minimal
We’ll feel best if you and the rest must
Sell your houses and cars from behind bars.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Wake up, hello,
wake up, hello,
wake up, hello,
Shaped are the pale clouds that billow
In my lucid dreams, blue, orange, pink and bright yellow
Now and later I dream of snicker wrappers sticking to my pillow
Purple trees surrounding me
Laffy taffy toes when I see my feet and I laugh and giggle
Paranoid in my sleep
I just ate my baby nieces skittles
And my little sisters cereal
With goose pimples and spiders tingling up and down my skin
My brain is pulsing harder
No, no, don't let those cats get in
Because Dolce ate my shrimps, and Gucci ate my cake.... Joe
Put the bag down Jake!
Like I'm Alonzo on a sugar high from all the skittles
When I stop dreaming fluffy cat, pink, and bright yellow pillows
I need to slow it down with the herbs I bought shopping for medicinal
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
The red wax lips
never drip
or even melt,
so, I merely
chewed on them,
enjoying
the strange
flavoring.
Tiny penny
tootsies rolls
were not as good as
the ones
my grandma made.
Little colored
laffy taffy
made me wacky
when I tried
to tell
the jokes
from the wrapper.
Zero bars
were better then
the musketeers
but not the
almond mounds.
Easter chocolate
and jelly beans,
makes my mouth water
even now.
Those sugary treats
cause me
to salivate
greatly,
even from the corners
of my memories.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
The global coalition of closet queens scramble to make meals for Pence
A man who resembles a recalled children's doll
Toxicity in the plastic and he refuses to be house broken
The white house maids have already stepped on his piles
Corn fed and ignorant he turns red in his embarrassment
The scared racists scramble for that giant trash pile in the sky
clinging to their chicken fried lovers
fearing they may be mistaken for a gay man
Watch the child king place a rusted crown on old world hate
Progress was a train wreck
We found the cargo inside a slime pond
I mingle with the rational on occasion
I met my last girlfriend at an anti pipeline demonstration
Black gold chokes the life of rural pleasantries
They only wanted to carve out their peace of progress
but now it will ruin the natives and dissolve these drinking fountains
In America we don't throw journalists in prison
we just slap them with a lawsuit
Broke down they wrap around the bread line
Spoken word and selfless soup put on the shelf
This air blows cold and these leaves crack sinister
The news says hate crimes and bullying are on the rise
Peruvians run the corner store around the way
I went to buy tobacco and Laffy taffy
Their window shattered and crude spray paint over the entrance
apparently mistaken for ISIS
they stand confused and scared
just wanting the same things you and I do
happiness and health
security and a future for their children
A perpetual state of fear
A mind numbing angst
These are the tools we have going forward
Just in case nobody says it
I love you all
and you are always welcome at my table
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
Smack dab in the middle of unreasonable muck
Laffy Taffy bout now'd be a good kinda stuck
Ya keep on tellin be best not to speak
Cuz the more ya think, just keep gettin weak
Now I won't lie, cuz I'm still gonna try
Just ain't gonna sit here curl up and die
All right now so what's this grand plan?
Both ears open, so where do I stand?
Or maybe bout now I'll go ahead and say we
Yeah! I'm laughin cause yer stuck beside me
Oh wait! Just think I've laughed me way out
Only chance for ya joinin is to drop yer silly pout
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC