You aren’t seedy to me, veggie.
No rotten apples or things going bananas!
All eyes on you potato! Lookin' sharp ;)
A tomato by any other name would smell as sweet, and they have been a veggie since 1893 during Nix v. Hedden. A unanimous court decision said they made the cut!
But peaches won't because they are defined botanically and not, in the special way the ta-mat-toe is. It is the exception to the rule!
Broccoli is cool as is it's cousin cauliflower, I like to roast it till I've blackened it's little veggie soul and douse it in herbed butter and devour it before it's cold......
But it ain't pretty when me an vegetables meet, I introduce them to meat and shit gets a little salty after that...
But vegetables are beautiful,
I find that a fact.
Black Wine Blood
Mirrors screaming within shadows,
exploding creativity from inside out,
atoms of colors echoing artist within,
cracks of existence paved over by cement,
black wine blood leaking from seeping hurt,
reflections bouncing the inside of me.
Visions of darkness reach tendrils to sky
but slick raincoats of my soul don’t
prevent the insistent drenching inside.
Mournful questions never answered,
living instruction manuals never heeded.
Death sleepwalks in procession toward me
in simmering stew of temper and ruin.
Pink sinews from aged time imprison me,
arteries of black blood drip upon face.
I face the squashed American dream
in barrenness of broken stones,
trampled bones flowing to oblivion,
a morbid home for unclear paths
bathing in gloom where it all began.
I yearn to bring the outside in
to tread in new footprints before
all hope is lost and I’m trapped
IN THE INSIDE!