My new favorite food is
blood oranges.
Falsified as flowers.
Genetically engineered to be something their not.
And when you bite them...
and when you bite them...
they run down your chin
and look like something they are not...
and look like something I am not...
Last night when you didn't show,
when I sat at the stool 'til my legs spun and the seasons changed...
I had to awalk home,
Had to go somewhere, had to stop pretending...
And I got some blood oranges.
And when you bite them...
I got home and stood in the mirror,
stood in front with my sack of
terror fruit
And I bit them...
And they ran down my chin,
and looked like something they were not,
and looked like something I was not...
And I started pretending again,
And I started achewing your heart,
And when it ran down my chin...
And When I looked like something I was not.
Please tell me what you think
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This is amazing. All of your flow was dead on and the repitition made me feel like it was some sort of orange infested chant. Bwahahaha.
It definitely had an older...almost...repressed...feeling. About better days...but that's just how the flow made me feel. The actual wording was ORGASMIC.
You're awesome.
I would like to feature you on my page, yes?
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I'll comment later, till then..
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"Genetically engineered to be something their not." --> "they're"
this piece scares me but in an impressive way. the repetition is extremely effective. gives it an almost humorous (dark) feel. i've been reading some of your stuff that i have bookmarked and i am really really impressed.
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I could smell the blood oranges as I went on reading through your poem...has a bit of humor with it..I like it thanks for sharing
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Wow.
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I'll comment later, till then..
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