frothed innards left unfolded and spilling out-brain slightly bulging
Petals peeling back-unwilling
Souring slowly in the cold fluorescents
Sticky fingers grabbing at the carpet
Crinkling and screaming as I drag it
It keeps company like a booted dog


So many quick hands have pushed
This sad little egg to me feet
Stuffed and stacked into oblong spaces
Why did you come all this way?

Soft, ripening fruit
Borrowed deeper; waiting
like a mad man in alleyways

next to me you sit
tarred edges split
I dug through your filling and I didn’t find a thing worth having
I clutched your heart like a spoon
Red between my fingers

Heard the faint whisper of a destination unseen
One that could never be realized
Because there is no land in a flying dream.