Wednesday, May 11, 2022

poem for candy darling by Paula Hayes

candy
eye to eye
or sweet on 
and off
like a 
sour patch 
bursting in your mouth 
or a 
dandelion 
my lover
blows 
just like his lips were the  
wind 
i was a warhol superstar
once 
andy loved his girls thick
back then 
like me
riding shotgun
next to no one
and everyone 
i will keep flicking 
the cigarette 
push it out a little more 
onto the street 
and the silver ashes
mingle with the red burning glow
while andy keeps
the movie reel 
turning 
till my last light 
goes out 



Paula Hayes is a poet hanging out in Memphis, the same town where the ghost of Elvis roams in the jungle room. Since music imbibes her soul and the blues are sometimes her muse, it seems a natural fit. 



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