Manic Is My Eye Color

The fumes of happiness
Make me messy, dizzy
And the shivers buried
When new candles were lit
Or were they?
Trick candles?
The kind that will 
Burn to nothing
Because you can’t
Control the wick
And the warmth
That melts cake
Puddles sugar
On the paper plate

And the colors 
That are never primary
Only hues 
That have no names
Because they are
Too complex