I TOLD YOU!
You said you wouldn’t leave me I said if you left there would be serious consequences. +jokingly+ Then you left me Then I knew Death was near Not for me for you You went off with another girl I loved you so freaking much You needed to know That’s why you’re dead and I’m happy MELON POEM BY SYLVIA:
In Benidorm there are melons Whole donkey-carts full Of innumerable melons Ovals and balls, Bright green and thumpable, Laced over with stripes Of turtle-dark green. Choose an egg-shape, a world-shape Bowl one homeward to taste In the white-hot noon. Cream-smooth honeydews, Pink-pulped whoppers, Bump-rind cantaloupes With orange cores. Each wedge wears a studding Of blanched seeds or black seeds To strew like confetti Beneath the feet of This market of melon-eating Fiesta-goers. |
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