32 morbid
assorted flavors
candid in your candor

candy canes
upon thy back

lashes lashes
blink your eyes
in flashes

of color coded
dreams I know
you better when you’re

there must be


Contrary Vine

I can’t tell you how many times
I’ve seen it happen

tomatoes on vine fight
for color
fight for plump
fight to choke life out of
very vine
ego heavy, fall off
drop to ground bruised
rot in sun
all mashed and tasteless

I cannot tell you how many times
I’ve picked clean
this cherry tomato scab
to reassure I still bleed
still red, indeed

and the flies swoop down for sweet
garbage feast

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