Posted: August 7, 1991 in Poetry
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Death I smelled tonight
As I homeward rode my bike:
PEZ candy. Pedalling with the speed
Of a frightened child,
This one thought of horrifying familiarity;
That Death smelled exactly
Like PEZ candy.
Hills rose to belabor my lungs
And plunged to struggle my brakes
As I smelled that candy,
Dashing from lake to lake
Of streetlight glow.
I will not eat
PEZ candy.

  1. […] document this preoccupation well; I still believe that that the close presence of death smells like Pez candy. Over the years, I lost the rest of my grandparents as they moved on to the next level; these […]

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