Bully In The Hallway # 2
Fruit constructs an ivory carving of a tree,
Home for its self to luxuriate upon,
Sighing back in slow motion.
Knowing an amateur’s eye can’t tell the roots were covered.
Just after the fruit was born,
The fruit’s wish knife,
Also carving memories of a long prayerful gestation in any witnesses.
Giving the fruit the golden bong of that lucky second…
Announcing the current hour.
By: Thax Douglas