Poem 3: FRUIT SALAD

FRUIT SALAD

ripe juicy oranges droop from the branches of strong trees
ready-to-peel bananas float down a lazy river
all the while plump green and purple grapes
dance in the air
to the tune of a music box
turned by a playful elephant
i walk around in this happy scene,
glad that i have friends that are so
ready to please me with their service
red shiny apples randomly scattered
around the freshly cut grass of a well-manicured lawn
and i pick them up
one by one
i bite into the crisp texture of one
only to find that i no longer have teeth
for an orange, plummeting to the ground,
has knocked them out

i turn to see the river of bananas rising
pretty soon the grapes begin hurling themselves to the ground
like their fruity orange counterparts
the apples roll in my direction at a furious pace
and now the flood of bananas joins in
i am being buried alive in a fruit salad
i look to the musical elephant, my long-time friend, for help
only to find his once-friendly grin
has turned to sinister proportions
and he is laughing at my poor predicament
i gasp for air, for some kind of line
that may get me out of this, but there is none
the fruit has completely covered me
and i can no longer hear the music

copyright 2008, Spunky

Poem 2: DEVOTION

DEVOTION

the room in disarray.
i stand there,
cornered by a mad man
wearing a wicked goatee;
his long hair is cascading
in a ripple of
unwashed coils and strands;
his dancing, psychotic eyes
scanning the length of my
shaking body, frail as a
leaf. he holds his knife
with ease
in a hand with a wrist
covered with pulsating,
bruised veins,
and speaks to me
in a gruff voice, vowing
his eternal love.
trying to make me swoon.
who does he think he is.
i think this with courage,
but with cowardly actions i
accept him and he takes me
(i see no harm in this)
he takes me
(he knows everything,
i hold no secrets from him)
he takes me
by my mind and makes violent
rape with it.
he tears up my linens
and makes me want to burn my bed
yet he is so appealing;
i am horrified and
mystified
all at once.
he tells me i belong to him.
i feel as one with him.
your violence is my pleasure,
i tell him.
he just laughs.
meanwhile i am relaxed
he takes me once more
only this time it's physically.

i think i love him.

copyright 2008, Spunky