It is the last of the last of the Christmas candy
I don’t like yellow Starbursts
Nor the orange or the green
Unless it’s apple
Why are they made
I like the Reds and the pinks and the purples
I know, sometimes they mix it up
They make a tropical blend
But there is always one flavor that is the last to be eaten even in the tropics
It is the same with Skittles
But they are small and can be mixed
Yet as hard as they may try, the last ones in the bag are yellow and orange and green, unless they are apple of course
I have felt like the yellow Starburst
The last of the last chosen, waiting
Sitting at the bottom of the bag
Wishing that the universe wanted lemon more than anything else
But there must be a reason for lemon Starburst
Some deep cosmic pattern that I have yet to comprehend
Some fractal, some design that I have no perspective to understand
But I wait and I hope that just maybe the best was saved for the last of the last
And that after it is all said and done
The first shall be last
And the last shall be first
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12 responses to “Yellow Starburst”
I am loving it! One of my favorite poems (in Tamil, my language) is about different types of pickles.
You are sweet! That made me smile. How would I say that in your language
I have definitely been the yellow starburst. But I’m pretty sure it’s what I decided I was. I’m making myself red 🙂
I ate one a while ago. They are kinda good. All citrus and tingly. Fresh and cleansing. It may be that what was required was a more discriminating palate. I am guessing that you are all that and more. (no creepy intended) I have read your words. You be you whatever color that may be. Im thinking you require and will except nothing less than a discriminating palate. wildiv4pie still makes me laugh
Oh, yeah. And Jesus said it, so I believe it.
Hopefully he knew what the hell he was talking about. I’m gonna go with what he said
Well I like it! So it DOES have an end. AND a beginning and a middle. And a very relatable experience we ALL know about — getting picked last. Well, that is all of us mushy souls. Cute, dude. Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself there!
🙂 some India Pale Ale and the last of the Christmas candy. I hoped it made you smile. I will get your wine in the mail soon, It may be next week though. Im going to see my middle boy tomorrow. we are supposed to write some music for a couple of these old songs. I am excited.
Hey! B has some of that here. I read him your poem. He’s opening a bottle now so I can taste it. Btw, you may not be able to get that wine into Utah. Liquor is controlled by the state here. You may not be able to mail it in.
Ok, so just had a drink. Different. B says it’s supposed to taste a bit like citrusy pine. Certainly leaves a strange aftertaste in your mouth. It was Lagunitas IPA. Hm… Think I’ll stick to Bud Light or MGD.
Im a redneck. Been dipping skoal since I was eleven. I need strong flavors after all these years. Tell him hello
Hey back, he says. Must away to bed now. Have a great time tomorrow. Write pretty now, ya hear?
Yes mam. nite