forbidden fruit brent mitchell

Forbidden Fruit

I have always said it like that; precisely that way.
I never realized it until I had to temper the words to be understood
by waiters in foreign countries during the last Lilac Age.
It was then that the bones gathered themselves up
into men as in the Bible, according to the prophet.
He was perplexed as I remember, for the blossoms were so thick and heavy
that all those men were lost, and are lost there to this day, wandering among the lilacs,
looking for fruit by which they might thwart
the will of their Creator.

He walks among them still
and barters in the marketplace. Neon everywhere, so bright
It resembles Time Square if you really think about it.
But thinking about it doesn’t make it right; even if your own mother tells you so.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s