Chew On It Poem by Edwin Baldwin

crank turns
the flap opens,
what state of mind
will appear
Perhaps
a nice sweet
cheery red
of happy times
not so long ago
when we held heaven
in our eyes
or will it bring forth
a dark sour
imitation
of bad behavior
as we witness
the assassination
of love and rhyme
by another poisoned mind
rainbow colored swirls
of Utopic imagination
tainted by man kinds
infectious condemnation
chances we were taking
as well as the mistakes
that lay in the making
quarrel not this day
sweet sunshine
abstain a bitter taste
of our darkening decline
all of the days, nights,
weeks, years,
good, bad,
sweet and sour
our subconscious machine
gathers up the moments
of our lives
compressing them into
chickletts of both
time & space,
thought, & feeling
indwelled
memories
inside of
a galactic
gum ball machine
releasing
them back
in life
flavor
order