Pierce an apple with a knife
it will bleed tears, cold
as if welled from the deepest earth;
Sweet tears spiced in peppery
history of the apples that came before it,
with coppery salt of those who came before us.
This apple cries as I taste it, as all apples cry
when they pass their fragrant memories
into the mouths of men.
Transmissions to the Mystic N...
By chrisveraink
In the not-to-distant future, a cyber-poet seeking to find his place in the universe initiates several unauth... More