Deserted miseries
on blackberry compote
smother sour days with
this song for you
and for me as
time unravels
sticky sweet
over towering cinnamon mountains
dripping with benevolent creed
curdling as they reach the end
where for Death
not as fruitful, life does lend
its insensitve taste buds, 
a serrated knife to peruse
the butter or the margarine ruse
of memories lost
forgotten and suffused
cold sores and canker blisters
combat the cold
with tart lemon spritzers,
a sad melody on a dollop
of bittersweetened cream
globular in this pencil thin dream
that burn and drop a question
on sizzling coffee beans, perching
on golden earrings while
teeth clatter, souls against the
honeyed grate, aflame with
jovial smiles lighting the innocent
dreams of the youth and old aged
with marmalade condolences
and pie-ous piety
we sit and eat
erstwhile stoves pump excess heat
that frees hot dejection as
melted bisquits and country ham
fuel these sympathetic confections

The banquet of life spreads the refreshments
The goodness woven , there's no time for resentments