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Sweet Peach in Spoiled Pie: "A Poetic Litany"

This is a litany
For the sweet peach that was me..
Now fermented in what is now a spoiled, rotten pie.
First, she grew beautifully
Firm and ripe
Sweet and juicy
Under the southern sun
She was plucked...suckled...dripping down the chin of experience.
Leaving only a bit to savor.
Yet that bit I thought I saved
Little known to me was being swallowed up and consumed
By the bakers who wanted to put me in a pie
And ship me off in a box
They bound me up
Letting me sit and fester
Until the maggots came to devour
They fed on my nativeness
Until they gorged themselves
And vomited out my pit, my core.
(Or what was left of it)
to stay trapped in the sugary sweetness of an ever baking pie
In an even hotter oven.
No Ice cream to top me
Just flies and mold
Then the roaches come
To feed on whatever is left..
the crust and crux of me.

Atlanta...this peach, your native daughter has outgrown you
I've go to go.


  1. Really, really good stuff.

    I wanted to ask if you really felt this way only for the moment or if these are truly your thoughts?

    Yes, I'm very nosy.

  2. This was so good. You havent posted any of your poetry in a while! I like Don's question (lol).

  3. @Don. These are my thoughts. Why wouldnt it be my thoughts? I just dont usually have passing thoughts


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