- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Tree of Life
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Lemon seeds wait in the backs of my eyes
Mute pits which tint my groans with bright citrus.
Often, those pale bones swell with bitterness
Leaking out horrid white, tangled bed sheets.
They want me dying--
dead, decayed, decomposed.
For their silence stings louder than any snapped branch.
They kidnap my dreams and show me
Quiet
(secret currents of shimmering molecules,
faceless giants chanting creation)--
And I am born!
Thought, A tall tree
Joyful fruit, Sunlight and water
But now, I wake in darkness,
drawn and barren
sweating acrid howls for the throbbing in my temple.
Ripe sorrow has grown heavy and falls to the ground.
I am left uneaten
And my last pleasure are the tiny mouths of earth
which sing me to sleep
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 12 years agoYou should have stopped at "I am left uneaten". would have made the poem stronger. Pretty good work though. You see, anon does leave good comments, but the anal retentive people on this site never bitch about anon when he leaves a good comments. assholes, the lot of them.
