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The Queen of Cakes

The Queen of cakes and regal treats
Is the only Queen, for sweet Terras sake,
Whose sad, delicious meaning beams
On sleepy cougars and their dreams.

Chittering junebugs rave and writhe
Against the screendoors breezes blithe;
Lemon frost and sassafrass sticks,
Peppermint blast and licorice whips.

The single Queen of meaning seems
She of cakes and regal sweets.

Unbind the slaves from their blind lathes
And strip the succotash from out each dish;
Upend the jars of jelly spice
And mahogany cabinets lay bare.

The single Queen of meaning seems 
She of cakes and regal sweets.

The architrave frays in its leather case,
Rusty chores lean half undone,
Steel sticks of Alcatraz char discarded
In the summers minty sun.

The only Queen of meaning seems
She whose sad, delicious beams
Fall on cougars, roses, and their dreams 


--By Gregg Glory and Carrie Water