4/18/12
and here i am again
at the start of another end
at the inception of demise
another heartache patched with lies
but are they lies or are they truths?
there’s no deny, there is no proof
my flannel heavens on the beach
he dares me, still, to eat a peach
i deny its taste, though my lips are loose
and my beard is wet with its sappy juice
how i hide in shame from its cyanide pit
and i long to drown in a lake of shit
why are there no trees from which almonds grow?
how do i escape from the undertow?
and if i do, still! i escape, to where‽
i have tried a peach, what is next? a pear?
and vegetable flowers growing out from your veins
as my rooted arm closes leeching pure, bloody rain
i drink thorns from the roses that rest deep in your thighs
and eat sweet summer tomatoes growing out from your vines.