Eating Oranges
The skin rips off,
flecks into the sunlight like dust
motes, a scented exhaust
from the tearing flesh…
You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey.
Eating Oranges
The skin rips off,
flecks into the sunlight like dust
motes, a scented exhaust
from the tearing flesh…
You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey.
Stephen McClurg 