Apple pie


       100 poems/52 weeks challenge’ 2018

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René Magritte (1898 – 1967), Souvenir de voyage, circa 1961.

I take on words
and they are the figments
of people that had spoken them.

I have to play with them
to know
what I truly ever feel,
and it is like cooking with limited ingredients,
although the pan had always been burning.

The words leave the lips
and sting my fingers,
and I know mid my cherry coated laughter
that it was a goodbye
filled with a tuna fish,
when all we thought we were doing,
was baking an apple pie
for two five year olds
Adam and Eve,
yet again, perhaps the serpent deceives?

I laugh
and lick off the salt
till my ears boom
with the words, that men do not say
with the words, that are left for poets to make.



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