Thursday, May 15, 2014

Rotten Fruit

When one picks apples
They proceed gently
holding the young saplings:
Buds and blooms
they explode into 
the multitude of red sparkle.
You, beat three times around the bush
Never beat the bush
Be careful with apples,
They are tender.
What about the other fruit?

Shoot it    he said
cut to its core, 
Turn and watch it fall to the ground
Bleeding sap on cements or festering rot
This is what happens to everything
that's not red or round
it is opened
Split in two
and left in the sun till it becomes red
or dyes black
 Like it never  existed.


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