Looking for the “watermelon girl” from Sam’s Club earlier. I thought you looked like you were planning a party, but maybe you just really liked fruit. I watched you put six melons in the cart and then make a call. You nodded and held the phone between your cheek and shoulder, adding seven more melons to the cart. One of them dropped and rolled towards me. I picked it up and gave it to you, joking, “Have enough yet?” (Stupid joke, sorry) You responded, “I hope so. She always loved melons.” Then I noticed the tears on your face. I left you to finish your conversation.

Anyway, I was the guy with the bad joke and the brown hair. Wearing a green button down and blue jeans. You were the girl with dark curly hair and a blue dress. And the watermelons.

I hope it ended up being enough. I hope you see this.

Sour scented citrus,
Sweet, slimy syrup.
That’s me!
Sour lemon,
Sweet honey.

My heart burns and
Emotions rise up
In acidic scent,
Sticky, icky, stingy
Sour lemon sweet honey.

The love stings and sits on cuts.
While honey glazes and gives warm hugs
As it finds a cure in the blood
Wherever it may be
With the right combination of:
Sour lemon and sweet honey.

I am tired of chasing straw haired boys,
Who smell like earth and stability and everything that should be good for me.

I hurl myself like a meteor at them,
crash headfirst and they insist I am more fire rocket than girl.

He picks a girl who looks like him,
And I insist it is not because I am not straw haired.

But it eats at me, persimmons drip just like strawberries.
Why did you pick me if you could never even love me?

poultry class reign
berry growl
spittoon chamber rest

Thursday, October 27, 2016
2:21 PM

Are they one thing like
We have one right hand?
Trow now how
Could this dude/guy/man/fellow/fella/idiot/creep/*******/son
Of assorted things, I've been called them all,
How can he dispute the scholar who declares patience
And
Perseverance
To be perfectly
Inter change able?
Ye,
Yet get this
Right,
Patience and perseverance are two
Separate ideas/realities/states/things.
One takes effort.
One takes grace.
That scholar perseveres.
I wait.

autumn was slow
and opportunities shook themeselves
over me
i was at a turning point whilst crimson
leaves fell underneath my feet
gathering dust onto my street

i was undoing
just like the citrus fruits that hang in my grandmothers garden, the light was changing and i felt
ripe again.

I dunno how to explain
my feelings for you.
So I put it in a poem
all about fruit!

You’re the lemon to my lime,
the apple of my eye.
You’re the cherry on top
of a sweet, sweet sundae!

Even if you cantaloupe with me,
Don’t lose any hope!
Oh! Question!
Honeydew you wanna dance?

We’re like slices of a mandarin!
Or pineapple in a metal can.
We’re two different pears
that make a delicious pair!