Sweet as cherry pie

by and by

sweet as cherry pie

as it curdles in the soul

as it rolls 

tenaciously 

sly ...

on your tongue

so tart

better than kitschy art 

better than saying goodbye

so you stay 

warm and dry

with cherry pie ...

but it's wrought

while it rots

deeper and deeper

inside

while the silky, fluffy clouds

dress suspension of time

with a layer of

sublime

reaching

reaching

for the rhyme

and the meaning

in the wind chimes 

that whisper

with the plight

that whisper in

the morning -

in the morning of the night ...

and as the clock ticks well beyond

midnight

there's the tartness on your plate

but alas it's like fish bait

for the discordance

of late, 

unto late

unto late

until its' too late

and the fog that fails to lift

in the dauntingly, naively

hopeful abyss

you know something is amiss

throw the plate 

throw the fork

in this

for it really isn't bliss

no it really isn't bliss ...

no, not cherry pie

full of cheap whey

full of dye

that ladens over

for in which

under you lie

but it must be where you lay

get up and

get away 

reach with inner foundation

for a different kind 

of day

for a different kind

of way