Saturday, May 7, 2016

your next meal



Into the heart
Out comes death and flowers
Sprinkle water
Douse inflammations
Look closer my love of the moment
And tell me
Tell me
Where can I find peace

Will I wander forever into
Lights of the subcontinents
Hoping to find the answer
To the biggest questions until
I’m home once again
In a bed too big for one
Too small for two

Who tears at my heart now
Is it god
Is one half of my heart
Eating the other half
There is no truth
If you wonder
Where your next meal is coming from
You bleeping eggplant.

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