The Spikey Fruit No One Knows the Name of


Why crawl when you could run through fields that have never known mines.

The river dances over stones and stumps

Raindrops  pierce the under-lit sky

Lush flora weep with willows

And shadows play on beaten paths

Cold Sun lounges, approves

Arms salad

The olive trees cry

Unanticipated constipation of the brain and die are ee ah of the mouth

Of the cave to wind washed Meadows

Lamb sleep wolves surrounding

Cloud covers moon

Cat hops in the street

Foamy seas watch pollen hunt

Unwed feti can’t believe

Tremendous things for you and me

Not cool Venus’ curves

Breath soft on still valleys

Through the fingers and into the icey mud

Thoughts?

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