A Sestina On Six Words By Sam Stroud

For several years I have been preparing for an explosion
Ready to do my part of the universal karate
Put my fist through anything palpable
Smack an alien in the face and watch him bleed milky
Drive to the ends of the earth to save Swiss chocolate
Forcefully take a girl with golden braids to be my sugar

If we are invaded and the time comes for Pixy Stick sugar
The colorful energy needed to exact my explosion
I will use the spent Sticks to stir my hot chocolate
Teach my Swiss miss the ancient art of karate
Then sit by the fire, eyes gazing at the milky
Waiting for the stars to put on a show palpable

She will take great comfort when the earth becomes palpable
When the light of the moon reflects off my face like silver sugar
And her eyes are all I see, blue and milky
The planets aligning inside our emotional explosion
Orion rolling out a galaxy to practice his karate
Mean time Martians researching green chocolate

And when they find the ingredient to interstellar chocolate
Their culinary terrorism will smell palpable
No weapon formed against them will stand not even Swiss karate
I will weep little powdered marshmallows for my sugar
Like foil envelopes my eyes will tear open in an explosion
Making all the letters I write home smell milky

Mother will read them to father while making their rice milky
And slowly stirring and boiling winter chocolate
Click click click a controlled natural gas explosion
Mom’s tenderized pork chop seasoned and palpable
Pork chops and applesauce and Dad mixes his salt with sugar
Sweet and sour doing taste bud karate

Passion to save dinner and the world not wasted in karate
With the men in their saucers making their green drinks milky
I still cry every time I hear the word sugar
My gold braided Swiss mistress drowning in green chocolate
Knowing that both of my dreams will never stop being palpable
While my eyes are open during synapses explosion