Hollow Chocolate
You first need to have guts
if you ever plan on spilling them
I never know where to look,
but I usually find pieces and parts
lying idle
somewhere in the vicinity
If only I knew which gear goes here
what flair goes there
Maybe I’d have some kind of idea
as to how any of this is supposed to work
Sometimes I feel like a Cadbury egg,
oozing from the center with a synaptic sweetness
ready to be shared with anyone
who claims to have a cerebral sweet tooth.
Other times,
a present moment perhaps,
I feel like a dime store Easter Bunny
Hollow chocolate
Wrapped in colorful foil, but underneath nothing
but a semi-sweet shell
in the shape of something that barely resembles a rabbit
Underwhelming youthful treat-eaters
with a disappointing dose of the real world
too early in life
I don’t know how to fill that empty space
with anything other
than fermented patience and an anxious eye,
so again I find myself
staring at this picky spigot
hoping that it’s my lucky day
I don’t know who’s in control
of twisting the handle on the thought faucet,
but it would be nice if I could apply for an apprenticeship
Get to it already
I’m tired of waiting
And I’m tired of the guilt I feel when I walk away
So here’s an idea,
I just won’t
feel
.
.
.
