Tuesday, June 17, 2014


Tell me again, one more time
Make it clear
Tell me everything; I need to understand
Why fruit keeps falling on the ground
Rotting before it's found
And here I am
Hiding in my head again
Close the door to my room
To ponder the cartoon
That is my life
Written to make people laugh
At the things I didn't say to be funny
But here it was the truth inside
My heart bursting fresh
Though all they could see and smell
Were the spoiled oranges I left

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke


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