Grapes

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Grapes

Joseph E. Reed

June 19, 2013


I'm not upset enough for smash ups

Crashings, thrashings and freakish screamings.

No. I'm actually quite calm

Like I'm standing outside myself,

Watching myself acting in this and that way

I observe my poise, my voice

I notice the noise

I can feel the void

The world around me begs to be my all

Keeps asking me to drop the ball

And simply give in to the way things always are

"This is life", she says

And she shrugs and hands me another marred grape

"Enjoy."

I roll it tentatively

Squishing its spottiness twixt my digits

I make a half yuck face, then plop it into my mouth.

My tongue rebels but then relents.

Chew, mush, swallow.

"Another?"

Yeah, another day of this. This rum-a-drum-drum ho hum with an occasional "Oh! That was fun!"

Mute and dumbfounded

Explanations unfounded

But answers pounded and pounded and pounded

Thoroughly into this head of me

Until it's all I dare to see


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