a haw and saw.
a thorn.
fruit: it is ecstasy
never bit and
undeniable.
you slurp—a cat licking
its paws
ruby and clear.
moth and cloud
drape over fruit,
make up sparkling nectar.
love is sickening.
you spend five dollars on
a rose at a bar for
a girl you will never see
again.
she will take the flower and
throw it in the trash
outside with the hundreds of
other roses.
no matter.
they have fruit, and fruit
concludes. it is life
cut with claws.
their beauty, seemingly to
be always in the clusters above.
**** you, rose. **** your dew.*
they seem to say. that’s when
the light hits and microbial
bleeds to miss ruby.
JAZZ!
at night retrains
beauty, makes it edible.
the rose, changing the color
of its dew—black pearl in
this drape of mystery-shaped
night.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
a haw and saw.
a thorn.
fruit: it is ecstasy
never bit and
undeniable.
you slurp—a cat licking
its paws
ruby and clear.
moth and cloud
drape over fruit,
make up sparkling nectar.
love is sickening.
you spend five dollars on
a rose at a bar for
a girl you will never see
again.
she will take the flower and
throw it in the trash
outside with the hundreds of
other roses.
no matter.
they have fruit, and fruit
concludes. it is life
cut with claws.
their beauty, seemingly to
be always in the clusters above.
**** you, rose. **** your dew.*
they seem to say. that’s when
the light hits and microbial
bleeds to miss ruby.
JAZZ!
at night retrains
beauty, makes it edible.
the rose, changing the color
of its dew—black pearl in
this drape of mystery-shaped
night.
