The Fruit Bowl Of Salvation

Golden delicious is an ocean
blazing a paper trail.

Sunset delivers the post
by carrier pigeon.

Death is a cardboard cutout
making doilies for the unwashed.

Willing fish surrender to moonlight
amid sad lilac sex in dungarees.

Potter amongst trivial pursuit
lend me your years of adulthood,

and live multi grain lives
in the wholesome sandpaper toast
risen in the metal morning.

Exercise the fruit bowl of salvation.

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