15 January 2025

Postcard 217


 



   

I Resolve

I shall peel oranges ripe high and near
Inhale the bloom, bright inflamed of sunlight
Toss spent peel in the truck bed behind me

I will imbibe the scent of every blossom
In their loins discover and welcome who
will soon cut tannic bitter leaves to lace

I will split fat melons with a saber
Score indelible scars on cutting boards
strike sure strike quick strike firm -- carnage obscene

I'll plunge my thumbs through pomegranates
From thick skin squeeze a decadence of stain
Waste seeds spumed careless upon the floor

Eat each plucked apple to pentacle core
Dance the 5rythme from flow to still
Red death circle eve; red death circle witch