Lik-M-Aid

The Priestess of Poetry tells us today's word is "lick."

A hot sugar sun hangs burning
in a beetle red Lik-M-Aid sky
and you feel the rush
in your tongue and your skin and your brain
and the sober besuited adults who make the stuff
give you a little sugar stick to dip and lick
so your fingers don't get sticky and stained
but they don't understand
that sticky and stained is the best part
so you gobble the sugar stick down
and promptly forget about it
as you pour the powder in a pile
and stick your fingers in
and pull em out and lick em
and stick em in and pull em out
and lick em again
til your fingers and lips and tongue
are red and wet and sticky
and you look like a wide-mouthed clown
like a brain-hungry zombie
like a badly lipsticked society maiden
and you don't care
cuz your brain is buzzing
and your blood is bubbling
and all you want is moremoreMORE
as you dip and lick your way
to the fizzy center
of that hot white sugar sun