"grapefruits" poems
Avocado tree
A kingdom fo you and me
No grapefruits allowed
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
i have started to see my life
in shades of pink.
these days, it's all sunsets
and grapefruits
and a little extra blush
on a summer evening.
my life has never been
pink before. i have hit every pixel
on the colour wheel,
but never pink. never
smoked salmon mornings
and raspberries for lunch
and cranberry lemonade.
never happy; now happy.
one day soon, my life will be purple
as usual. close to blue,
closer to red, hitting the sweet
spot and resting there. close
to pink. closest to pink.
one day, when mania is over
and summer evenings
become autumn afternoons,
i will keep the pink in my pocket
and carry it everywhere.
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
Steamy and hot,
The lady shouts two cents, no! three!
For the loaf of bread
People bustling everywhere
Where they are going, no one knows.
The air smells of baked goods and ashy smoke
Vendors call and cry
An old woman covered in a scarlet shawl
Examines a basket of fresh dates
20 cents a pound
Two people are bent over an old tattered rug for sale
With the design of a fiery dragon on the side.
Only 10 dollars.
Letters and fliers blow across the cobbled street
And the sun beats down
Upon ripe grapefruits
And shining sugar coated buns
The Baker Square;
Where I grew up
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Theme/Chorus,many voices,(call and response)
is it the worst thing ever?/ITS THE WORST THING EVER,is it the worst thing ever?/ITS THE ****** WORST THING EVER!/
Sample Ice-T
"I stare at them blue lines,I think I'mma go blind"
I'm goin crazy cuckoo,finally losing it,
trapped in my gravel pit,rehashing my own ****
my old shit-still holding me back,
may as well get a pipe and start puffin' up crack,
cos I've cracked,and frankly don't give a ****
I'm so sick of bangin' my head off this mental block,
its the size of a freight train-Strength of the Hulk,
you really think I wanna fuckin' sit here and sulk?,
you leeches... keep preachin' deceit,
one more fake smile,OOPS there go teeth...
was that a piece of your jaw on the floor that I saw?
was that real or a dream, I can't tell any more?
each rhyme I write-so god **** tight,
like your first piece of ass-first nasty fight,
first make up *** first broke up ex,
my mates just stare at me perplexed
when I bare the holes in my soul to all,
I dunno whether I'm gonna get cheers or catcalls,
but don't worry bout that I got plenty of boots,
and I'll kick your ****** ***** til they're bigger than grapefruits,
I'm a live grenade throwin serenades,
So god **** sick I gave cancer aids,
Sandman-sicker than cancer cells in the cerebellum,
Si vis pacem, para bellum ,cause I'm prepared for warfare
I don't advise goin there ,
you'll find limpet mines in your ***** hair,
I'll blow the scabs off the ***** on a filthy *****
if I have to- I have to to scratch this itch
in the centre of my mind like a black hole Sun,
this mental block has got me all undone...
I swear if I don't finish a track I'll drop dead...
wait a minute...I just fuckin' well did!
so much for mental blocks Mhmm?
but seriously-y'all ladies and fellas-
is it the worst thing ever?/ ITS THE WORST THING EVER ,
is it the worst thing ever?/ *ITS THE ****** WORST THING EVER!* /
"then the beat becomes me,sit in the dark and write a whole fuckin' LP"
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
~with thanks to T. Riddle for the inspiring photos~
there are color photos of budding nascent fruits,
an unexpected delivery to the eye’s inbox
exuding new youthfulness in
variegated shades of green
and
solitary ant traveler on a leafy space shuttle,
making its way, crossing galaxies
drinking from eye-drop seas
living off the land
and
life bursting out unreservedly asking for
no favors, nor recompense but to
breath, drink of soil nutrients,
to live to give back more
than it takes
and
to be chosen, plucked, torn from its environs,
to be the fruit of sustenance and a
delivery system to pass on its
**** tasty, enhanced flavors,
its seeded progeny the
chance to same
and
the ant travels on and about fearless,
its mini-size and sure footed body
leaping leaf to leaf to live and
to be fruitful and
multiply
and
multiple multipurposed prayers multiply,
of human origin, as humans blink at the
new-life miracles repetitious, wistfully
wishing every prayer, could be
answered thusly so lusciously
but
this it cannot be always, so we accept
as best we can, small proofs,
of regeneration, life eternal,
wetting browned, dark
soil with blotches of
salty damp-tears
encased within a
moment~eased
hopeful heart
Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 7:53 AM UTC
There was a mistake made in
the Bible, and you weren't there.
The beautiful and the sublime.
There's a song in my bones and
you're singing it! We step into the
blender, and switch clothes at noon.
When the sun set, we were in
bed together. Four newborn babies:
I hallucinate the destruction of a calendar.
Bottles of wine in the grass, and
this has been the very best day!
I kiss my friends with an infected
throat, and no one minds, and we
just go on eating grapefruits.
Sticky fingers, your car was almost
stolen, and here, I swear -
you'll never have to cut your hair.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
you are not an orange
oranges are smaller
you are not a graprefruit
grapefruits are more sour
what are you
you
that sits in my hand
taunting me to discover
you
that is neither one nor the other
must i guess? must i ponder?
your outside is misleading
your inside is sweet
joy! i know what you are
you are just like me
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
Yes I'm looking for a female friend
Just a kind person to chat with
Women are so amazing
So kind and nurturing
So loving and compassionate
I have a few good friends but haven't been able to see them much
We could chat on gmail chat, or chat avenue
I love history and philosophy
I love golf and hiking
I enjoy practicing my putting
I hope you enjoy grapefruits like me
I usually almost always take my b vitamin
When we have them in the pantry
I love Kodiak Cakes
Whole grain wheat and whole grain oats
We can eat breakfast together
And then go on a hike together
I love you my friend I haven't met yet
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
The clouds puffy pink
Like cotton candy
The sky light purple
Like lavenders in meadows
The Sun orange-yellow
Like big ripe grapefruits
Then slowly the colors begin to drip
Drip
D
R
I
P
Just like water colors
Until the sky is black as coal
And stars dot the sky
And the moon...
So bright
So wonderful
So beautiful
A sky like that...
It takes your b r e a t h a w a y...
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
Is nothing special really
I am in my blue checkered boxers
Wearing an unbottoned green flannel
Getting ready for my fourth beer
Listening to classical that I only
Listen to when I drink and/or read
And/or write
And I keep shutting off the typewriter and picking up
James Thurber and the Goethe
And I keep thinking
Wait until spring Suarez
It means something to me today
And then I drop it all
To pick up the beer
There are grapefruits and a cactus
In a broken planter on the tile floor
There is soil and coffee grounds
Down there too
And used shaving razors and Q-tips
And old beers and bad poems
And this one should be there with all
The other trash
But it's here instead
Oh well...
The life and
The sun and
The breeze and
The lungs
Oh well...
Last week I accidentally
Smashed my bookcase while I was
Drunk
And now there are three horrifying
Stacks
Beside my bed
And I hope their dusts
Infect me with their cancer
Forever
Oh well...
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
It was jaded submission. It was competition. It was the breath between hiding and fully addressing the existence of another human body. This is where she lived. This millisecond behind making eye contact with a stranger on a bus at 7:48 am speeding through a moping city with her backpack slung around her shoulder, filled to the brim with grapefruits because her 57 year old cancer-hoarding ******* of a father always refuses to sell the grocery store and thinks vitamin C is super important. She watched tired bodies try to ignore the fact that they were born with legs and brains and hearts. Motivated by waves of coffee and the kisses their significant others sleepily planted on their foreheads before reminding them to hunker down in their bus seat and get some reading done, she watched these people ignore the fact that a long time ago their parents decided to **** the brains out of each other. Maybe if she sat there longer one of them would look up from the palms of their hands. This was a morning like any other morning, a morning without feeling. A morning without heavy. She didn’t actually care that much. That was the trick; She just wanted to believe she did.
People, like swarms of ants. People like tornadoes. People like an earthquake, running from one edge of the street to the edge of a different alley. And nobody looked up. Nobody knew where to put their hands. This was the thing that got her; Nobody ever knew what to do with their hands. It was only when they ignored it, when they forgot the existence of their body that they actually knew how to touch the things in front of them, that they effortlessly existed like oxygen exists without color. Maybe that was the point of life: If you wanted to get through it you had to forget you were moving.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
I feel the blood rushing out of my nostrils like bats out of hell
Pieces of the mirror that once hung on the wall litter the floor
You did it you lost it
BOOM
SNAP
CRASH
Here we are
I collapse and lean against the wall
I stare at all the posters that cover my wall
Pages from an artificial personality to fit in
I am a conformed jaded sad soul
convinced no one in the world will turn my half into a whole
My last name will die with me
sorry grandpa guess there was never that much of a man in me
As I sit in a daze I think of all the late nights spent with purple haze
How I could've done something good with my time but I let it all slip away to insecure to handle change
I have a PHD in pushing my loved ones away
The blood has dried and the swelling has set in
O' lord I have my doubts
will this whiskey cleanse me for my sins
A blurred figure enters the room I can't tell who it is
my eyes had swollen to the size of grapefruits
unable to see
no will to move
I simply sit there as my mind exits consciousness
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
There are so many traps
to the self
Always
something to measure
someone to put
down
It's all insecurity.
You can't shake the feeling that
it matters
But it's all so ******
the news stories
Facebook friends
television
3 million people together in
a city
And
you keep thinking you're
out
until you get caught
(tunnel vision or whatever)
out
shopping for groceries
and someone looks
at you
or suddenly
a hot pair of leggings
is picking out
grapefruits
and you failed again.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
today I watched meek flies die
at the center of a grapefruiting sun
and marveled as it's feathering wings
peeled and spritzed and clouded.
*funny how transparent life is. everything
that gives takes*
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Oh, falling water hushing
(white power white guilt)
Oh hush amber sky full moon open
Seal your soul in a small envelope
White Power. White Guilt.
White Power. White Guilt.
Can't have one without the other -
Can't help but wonder, why I'm filled
(with) White Power. White Guilt..
Can't say I don't say my namesake often
Can't say I don't face, everything you're watching -
White Power.
White Guilt.
(can't) Say what you think about the past?
Like there's this problem -
You think about all the times you've used others simply as an object
I certainly if I say so, you will object
If I tried -
Can't begin justify how I'm direct
Can't begin to live a life that you'd expect
Let alone unweace the web of lies I project
I mean what'd you expect?
What? Not want more.
I want more.
I got more.
But more money, more magic
More magic, more costs
More reasons at night
To hide behind a cross
Asking why I come across
as the wisest guy, to those just blind
and othets be completely fine
while I recreate the Holocaust -
Gaslight the atmosphere -
Kiss the sun with the backs of your hands
Finger nails jagged and sharp
Covered in saliva and light
I'm just looking for more.
White Power.
White Guilt.
White Power.
White Guilt.
When you tell me it can't be done
I'll deny -
When you tell me I was the one
I'll lie -
Simply under the skin -
Golden flakes from silver spoon
Where the milk never spilt
And the grapefruits kept coming.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC