Wiggly pear

Green and ripe

Sits in the supermarket

Ready to depart

The final journey

Down the grocery isle

And into food

Absurdly specific

Withdrawn eyes

Looking for lights

More romantic

Than subsides

In details

Dreams occur

With great focus

I hope to be heard

Fold the bills

Use sparingly

Hearts torn out

Sold separately

Ambitious thoughts

With guttural reactions

Taking time

While we are planning

For the future holds

No Certainty

Hold close

All we love

Certainly

A disgusting fool

With fickle taste

One more moment

One more to waste

Lumpy tomatoes

Rot in the pile

While the wicked

Take their time

Laughing out in echoed chambers

Filling out the dreaded papers

A disgusting fool

With feared hands

A worried time

For a worried man

Make it interesting

Deliberation

Of a mutual sensation

How to hold on

And let go

We will never know

Don’t bore me

With the thinkable

Rather empress upon me

The ideal

Transported in one step

One moment

Arrest the dogs

And bring them home

Thanks for the time

Paradigm

Shift

Over our eyes

Thanks for the truth

When there are lies

When I am lost and

Found

I know where I can sound off

The truth

Thank you

The feeling of departure

Leaving a situation

A city

Streets of the commonplace

A place

Where the hole human race

Walks the same streets

I will be sad to depart a city

But for great opportunity

I must let go

In order to grow

The city has taught me

Many lessons

Now I must go

Fill

Pull

Roast

Start the clock

Green beans fill the roaster

With another batch

Of sweet fresh coffee

On 6th Avenue

To be sent all over the city

Fresh cups to fill

Warm sport to enjoy

On a cold winters night