3/5/09

FALLEN APPLES



The deforestation of
her bouquet of pain
transmuted a crown
of gold into thorns
.

The grapevine was
given a trellis to
receive signals from
outer space with.

Tomatoes are drops of blood in his garden
The fruit from which tree we've mistaken
but for the one that towers about us
and we all fell from when it was shaken




SCATTERBONES


chilling to the very core
an unknown pattern sees me
unable to open the door
so it crosses its mind
to reach for my hand
whose shadow does the trick
only to find it locked

trapped in a box
my dream cannot escape
until someone turns off the lights
now can you see the shape of the key
is like a lamp of mirrored faces
it's already placed just turn around once
and wait for seven paces