Flat Out Soliloquy In The Old Folks Home, Her Parakeet Said So (Reposting) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

butter rum candy you're my dream
crunched in the mouth while
buttercups gleam

or daisies pinken in the Himalayas;
while parakeets in a tiny room, rose-curtained-
learn to throw shadows peacock blue
in every corner oh, it's noon:

I'll lunch on butter-rum candy-
while flipping through old magazines
for postcard inserts from the 1940s book

guilds. I'll send them in all postage paid
5 hardbacks for a dollar:
classics with vintage covers

and a roll or two of butternut candy
to bribe the
time-warped publishers and God, perhaps
so I can stay on earth to eat

just one more piece
of butter rum candy.
and have something good to read, finally.

mary angela douglas 20 october 2013

Note to Reader: No, it's not a typo I did mean to say butternut candy inthe part about the bribe. Either she wasn't going to give away the butter rum candy to anyone or her mind slipped a little turning butternut ice cream, her favorite into a new candy flavor. Possibly if this were a novel or short story she would patent the new candy flavor, become extremely wealthy and live in a mansion with time-warped cheap editions of the classics purchased from
goodness knows, where else...