coconut tree
what once gleamed on the stall
like a fat pear in the rain
yesterday's work
is crumpled in the road
the sticky juice stained my neck
as I spat out the pips
free from the horror of safety
we changed on the sap
now I took your soul ?
but you turned DOWN the offer of mine ...
the liquid spark of your eye grows dim
beside the lights of my little desktop theatre
August 2006
the harpie Nic and emerald clockwork and petra are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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