Candies
the tooth powder
my taste and the glands
broke my desire, while the lips
settle down the eagerness
grind into pieces the sweetness of
the candy
what things
to done when all the thing
have already gone,
dried like a desert
pasture only for vulture, why the
meaning kept on bubbling
and the current steadily
asking, though taste milk sours seems
honey
sting the bite and take the pride,
the candy looks
bright even it’s already
ripe......
poem by Antonio Liao
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