FUDGE SICLES  II ('Icecream- Fuckery') (newly expanded revision,10-4-2021, Palm Springs, California)

     
ok     ok      
i     confess    
ive     killed     yet     another    
fudge     sicle    
the     death     count    
now     stands    
at     somewhere     around    
seventy     two    
until     i     thought    
i     faintly     heard    
my     bloated     stomach    
all     but     plead    
to     my    
not     so    guilty     conscience    
when     will     all     this    
merciless     carnage    
ever     end    
whereupon    
i     briefly     paused    
for     just    
a     token     moment    
of     contemplative     silence    
in     loving     remembrance    
of     all     those    
recent     fallen    
dear     lost    
frozen     ones    
now     so    
forever     gone    
before     proceeding     on    
with     my    
ever     gluttonous     needs    
pursuit     to    
continue     blindly    
binging     on    
despite    
the     aching     fullness    
of     my     numb    
cold     bloated     stomach    
wanting     so     badly    
to     simply     stop    
to     put    
a     final     halt    
to     my    
long     dark     hidden    
secret     agenda    
my     weak     addictive    
vice    
for     genocidally     cannibalizing    
tribe     after     tribe    
of     delicious    
creamy     frozen    
chocolate     treats    
a     futile     effort    
to     try    
and     end    
my     seemingly     unstoppable    
ravenously     insatiable    
shameful     terroristic     reign    
though     so     far    
yet    
to     no     avail    
for     now    
ive     learned    
that     doing     so    
is     so     much     easier    
said     than     done    
so     now    
it     appears    
the     only    
other     choice    
i     have     at     hand    
to     make    
here     now    
is     to     simply    
keep     on     trusting    
my     gut    
and     covertly     carry     on    
but     while     striving    
to     employ    
just    
a     little     bit     more    
self     restraint    
by     only     raiding    
my     own    
kitchen     freezer    
at     any     hour    
of     day     or     night    
when     next    
i     get    
that     sudden    
late     night     cravings    
urge    
just     as     i     would    
as     well    
to     all    
the     well     stocked    
kitchen     freezers    
of    
my     friends     and     neighbors    
if     only      given    
half     a     chance    
leaving     in     my    
sticky     wake    
behind     me    
over     all     these    
carefully     hidden    
discreetly     masked    
sweet     tooth     driven    
screaming    
ice     cream     headache    
years    
only     this    scattered    
long     broken     trail    
of     countless     eaten    
fallen    
devoured     and     then    
forgotten    
nameless     naked     wooden    
tossed     off     empty    
pop     sicle     sticks    
long     gone    
weathered     remains    
like     miles    
of     wildly     strewn    
popsicle     bones    
perhaps     some     silent    
desperate    
inner     cry    
for     help    
from     me    
which     no     one    
ever    
seemed    to     hear    
nor     ever     came    
to     heed    
my     hopeless     call    
in     time    
to     help     keep     me    
from     so     mindlessly    
killing     again    
that     is    
until     i      came    
to     suddenly     realize    
here      just     now    
that     perhaps    
this     so     called    
call    
of     mine    
was     not     a     call    
for     help    
at     all    
but     rather     only    
more    
my     one     true    
calling    
in     life    
for     me    
to     heed     its     call    
instead    
and     simply     do    
what     must     be     done    
in     order    
for     me    
to     continue    
to     live    
survive    
and     carry     on    
then     in     that    
sudden     moment    
of     subtle    
innermost    
intuitive     knowing    
i     further     came    
to     realize    
that     my    
drooling     gruesome     work    
for     this     night    
at     least    
alas    
was     still    
not     quite     yet    
done    
and     so    
with     that     new     insights    
reversed    
further     clarified     inspiration    
i     swiftly    
began    
to     carry     on    
again    
with     a     renewed    
primal     vigor    
and     a     burning    
hunger    
in     my     gut    
upon     my     tongue    
which     nothing    
could     subdue    
nor     constrain    
anymore    
as     i     lustfully    
yanked     open    
my     freezers     door    
then     dove     in    
head     first    
once     more    
to     savagely     devour    
with     a     deep    
salacious    
primal     moan    
of     unconscionable    
near     frostbit     pleasure    
nameless    
number     seventy     three    
and     now    
most     recently     deceased    
number     seventy     four    
with     no     clear    
end    
in     sight    
who     knows    
where     it     all    
may     ever     end    
or     if     it    
ever     even      will    
beyond     this     gluttonous    
night     of     relentless     terror    
full     of    
so     much     senseless    
molten          
though     once     frozen    
sticky     chocolate    
gore    
now     little     more    
than    
several     quarts    
of     mass     slaughtered    
once     frozen    
ex     fudge     sicles    
whose     liquified     remains    
now     only     remain    
to     temporarily    
reside     in     me    
here     within    
my     shamelessly    
over     bloated        
though     momentarily     sated    
aching     belly    
and     guts    
but     even     so      
still    
the     clock    
upon    
the     wall    
just     like    
my     appetite    
for     more    
and     more      
ticks     ever     steadily    
on    
from     simply    
knowing     alone    
that    
tomorrow    
still     yet    
comes