Not the only Fruit.

January 12, 2007

Like eating bloody
hail stones; gloss gleaming
glass beads of hardness;
red cells magnified, sunk inside
a yellowed skein of snow.

They look like brain cells,
skin of the fruit as the skull
and when I cut into them
their soft bone bleeds,
they well-

juice, they shower pips
like boxers shower teeth.
I never liked
It was always you.


One Response to “Not the only Fruit.”

  1. m said

    somehow i knew.

    weird, taint it?

    good capture of the pom. almost haiku, only with more words.

    i like this very much. thx.

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