Orange

Let me tell you this

Even if it’s the last thing I say to you

This is not an orange.

This is an experience

Orange orange orange

Complete.

I peel through and

hidden under translucent skin

Wet with cold water

I bite into it

Lord, more orange flows down my chin…

Another bite

Who said you had to peel them apart?

Chew and spit

while thinking of a prince who wouldn’t laugh.

Curse of the citrons,

Morgana your underpants are a hoot.

A childhood story.

I bite in

Chew, spit, swallow

There is a feeling of waterfalls

and endlessness

there is electricity and hope.

Then again, this orange

Will be over soon

Morgana you enchantress

My hands will be empty

Savor savor

There is a funeral march beginning in italy

king of clubs, your son laughs no more

your imaginary kingdom in ruins

I hide away the mangled mess

as you walk in a tight tee across my car

followed by a girl half your size…

orange dripping down my chin

I leave off a small belch

and stare at a dirty ashtray.

embarrassed you look away

Write you must, you said

What should I write about?

Oranges for all I care…

But, write you must.