PEEL ME A GRAPE!
Two grapes left on plate
look like lost nipples looking
for their mammaries.
I popping them in my mouth
delighting in both senses.
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CONCRETE VIRUS
This concrete city
infects the sky...turning it
into concrete too.
Concrete sun and concrete rain.
Concrete humans... cry...real tears
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brace-of-tankas/