Saturday, November 23, 2013

Spoken Word Poem: Reality


Reality is the ripe, polished apple, 

the shined surface gleaning and smooth. 


The first crunch into the raw fruit fills the mouth 
with its tart sweetness. 

The flavor twirls and spins on the tip of the tongue, 
until the eyes see what the taste buds didn't taste. 

The still wriggling, squirming half of the worm. 



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