the pinatas are filled
with maggots
suckling on
the unwrapped sweets
tucked into
papermache mementos
the cards are filled
with ink scratched
reminders
from another time
when heroes and viilains
were easily deciphered
these faded photos
bring back
the memories
when dreams were
within reach
and happily was ever after
electrified desserts
course along the temples
built to honor
the bipolarity
inherent in
magnetic dissonance
longing to wear the white hat
galloping in to save the day
but instead i twist
my mustaches
like a disney villain
hoodwinking the sweet princess
and the pinatas
are filled
with maggots
as the gray skies
block the many
rainbow scented hopes
squandering joy
because the chemicals
don’t hit the same way
in the afterglow
of everything
falling apart