Tuesday, November 21, 2017


Shards of me are chopping
Bites of me are eating
Drops of me are squeezing out the last bits from the grapefruit

That I have been done to
Doesn’t make that doing
The only path
For me to take forward
Though it certainly comes naturally


Anonymous said...

What does the grapefruit mean?

Paul Bunge said...

hm. poems must stay somewhat mysterious do they not?