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