the peach sliced in half fell open
gladiolas stuck out their tiny purple tongues
and strawberry blossoms by magic became strawberries
still your doubts hover swoop in and out of your brain
following an unknown will behind me
behind me behind me
where oh where
did the fruits with
their sugar and petals go?
it was that spring the one people talk about
but it's gone and somehow you know
you were never there for it
up under the mind come floodwaters in the night
dark and rotting what they touch
get behind me
i see it coming and suspect
i am less necessary than you
behind me where
shall we wait for the boats that won't come
for the turtles lumbering and snapping their mouths
to float us towards a different death one followed
by a spring we may never see
gladiolas stuck out their tiny purple tongues
and strawberry blossoms by magic became strawberries
still your doubts hover swoop in and out of your brain
following an unknown will behind me
behind me behind me
where oh where
did the fruits with
their sugar and petals go?
it was that spring the one people talk about
but it's gone and somehow you know
you were never there for it
up under the mind come floodwaters in the night
dark and rotting what they touch
get behind me
i see it coming and suspect
i am less necessary than you
behind me where
shall we wait for the boats that won't come
for the turtles lumbering and snapping their mouths
to float us towards a different death one followed
by a spring we may never see
this one almost works to read as two separate poems. Intentional?
ReplyDeleteNot at all, but an interesting note. I think I overdid it somewhat, but I was experimenting with using the spaces as grammatical pauses, kind of Anglo-Saxon caesura-style.
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