Peel

wrapped in rorange mesh
this guy and his whole bag of oranges
granulated to their green sick skin
hard translucent pith

both shoved between thin cellulose walls

one sold for 4.99
the other
for
much less

Orange Peel

still life painting soft sponge
orange peel model, I'm legs extended
toward uneven plate, seeds are quickly dried,

chard chorus wavers moony without my brush,
and they found the wolly mamoth, he smiles
prehistoric love crushed in spring,
the global warming crack of baseball bat beauty,

a stitched ball, majestic, cuts sky and heaven-
blue crisp rising kisses white dot in empty eternity--
mad,

Breakfast, a Play in One Act

A slogan?
I've got one,
she said, and
it's exactly what you
should live by,

the court adjourned-

It doesn't matter
how mediocre your writing is
just keep doing it
for yourself
because no one else wants
to read it.

And...? When they reconvened.

They threw the book at me-

She smiled.
I tried to smile,
poured a glass of
orange juice,
watched the pulp
forced to the top,
struggle, and finally
sink to the bottom of the glass
and
I sat awhile thinking about how sad
that color was.