PB&J

in the trenches of the midnight hour
a beast comes rising from the bowels within
the blossoming of hunger’s yearning flower
the haunting knock of this eternal sin

upon bare feet i walk across the tiles
i open up the pantry to unveil
my hand pressed firmly opening the vials
this ship of knife begins its wayward sail

into the nuthouse dives my desperate blade
and pulls the nectar from this opened head
it moves across the sky and down across
this empty canvas, lonely piece of bread

the damaged ruins of fruit is soon to mesh
and in their marriage, i have found sweet death

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

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

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