Bad Poetry Contest Entry: Candy

There are Twizzlers in the kitchen,
a Hostess cupcake on the shelf;
There’s a box of Nestle SnoCaps
Playing Mozart by itself.

The Milk Duds are melting
on the dashboard of your car.
The rootbeer barrels fill the space
of the empty Pinot Noir.

And when the day turns blue
I sit and think of you,
sitting there,
sighing,
eating your box
of Hot Tamales.