TOMATO

there is a hole in the heart
sure
but it’s less of a gravel pit
and more of a dark star
internally endless
worlds and cities
fall in
the eyes of lovers
fall in
the benzadrine-driven
scrolls of philosophy
fall in
suns are born and die
within it
and in its space
is patient nothingness
waiting to be filled
with chaotic structure
or structured chaos

well
okay
yeah yeah
same difference
tomato tomahto

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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