...Too sweet is Pepsi....

Pepsi Cola
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
August 15th, 2006

Syrup, so sweet, the gag erupts somewhere in my throat, the ice
Melts again, the straw floats in that glass I like with black designs
I hate Pepsi, there is no slice of lemon, squeezed drops of bitter
Taste to adhere to my tongue--throw it away, rinse it down the
Stainless steel sink, the crater of thirst is a void I cannot fill the
Lion roars on a television set in your living room, the silence is

Living aloud in a church where the choir is humming
Like a bunch of buzzing bees, the old women with
Blue grey hair, coifed into hairdo's from the years we
We born, the snakes are curling tight to strike behind

The pews, and the pastor is ranting about sinners, he zips his fly
He has done the girl who baby sits his children, she remains unpaid
His wife is frigid ice, she is cold, she is slender, and cooks poorly
He thinks he is God, with his round fat belly, stooping over his worn
BVD's his sensuality rating is zero, but his two inch peter is popped
Worn from the infidelity he preaches "not" he is filled with old rum

Little girl your daddy is uneducated, his parents paid
His way through seminary, marijuana was his like and
Sugar coated doughnuts filled his big old stomach do
You run from him when he tucks you in at night, your

Mother so pretty and blonde quit school the same year, he plied
Her with his speech of love, she fell like a new foal on unsteady legs
Teetering into a Christian land of Oz, and Dorothy loaned her the
Ruby red slippers, oh they sparkled and glowed on her wedding night
The poppy field is the bed she lies on today, alone in this masonry
The temple of the living, pass the plate, green smelly bills are in it..

Tonight a birthday song is played in an eatery north of here, the ride
Is endless, you drive the speed limit, cruising past that lake where
Mosquitos bit our ankles (naked) we lay in innocent light, the moon
Did not feed our emotional expression, fat tender lips kiss, kiss some
More, and the rest became a volume of experience, today we celebrate
The day of life you became human, Happy Birthday to you, the candle

Burns and the place is a cave, southwest of Mexico
The foreign language is gentle, spoken in sleeping tones
The people are brown, they miss you peeking out from
A corner of time into their today, so alone you are

Lavender roses are budding in the New Jersey estate, south of Newark
A road of memories, my girls are born one by one, we sit beside the
Brick fireplace, in the middle of this February blizzard, feeling the heat
Nip our frostbit hands, we are hungry and our reddened cheeks speak
Winter is in us, it is living like a huge ice core burning our heart to
Stone, when the defrost comes, and we melt in wet tears, we shame

Hands pulling out weeds, so vigorous, summer is birth
Will it end, will the long tendrils of actions demanded stop
Can you edit the weakness of a heart that burns with hate
Tied to the stake you are, Jesus Christ had a cross not you

Climbing higher, legs hurt from the miles walked, the water is gone
Thirst enters me again, you hand me a Pepsi it is lukewarm, no straw
I start to say "no" and accept it, pop the can open, drink deeply and
Nothing is sweet, nothing is the same, and that lemon tree is further
Down the path then I am willing to walk (today), and the grey storm
Clouds of a summer yet to come, tells me, love the innocent, he is

One of heart, you might learn
To stare in his eyes, once again...