the pumpkin tree; they never touch ground
the pumpkin tree; they never touch ground
with your skinning knife a tolerable shine 1
you gave them new faces 2
and cleaned all their tines 3
till they sang pure single notes; 4
you released personalities i forgot how i was in love with, 5
not what was in it with… but how. 6
there is redemption 7
in the face 8
of a tremendous loss of the same. 9
and in the watering and care of this tree 10
what was never told directly to me was 11
they grow on other people’s work and other peoples’ cultures. 12
the clarity of the visions that may be present 13
is clear enough but the refraction angels… 14
therein lies the rub, the trick, the best reason 15
to just avoid the stuff; 16
stick with trees that grow familiar fruit, 17
falling and bursting predictably. 18
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Re: the pumpkin tree; they never touch ground
I have only one thing to say. I love your poem... ^_^
By Josh Goyette on 07 March 2007, 18:38 PDT · [reply]