Observing Pears

a short poem about women.

Observing Pears

Only a few pears teach us of voluptuousness, 
and hang like bells clanging out a juicy sex-talk. 

The others groan in their hollowed bodies
brown mouths ululating decay, 
and the distress of being eaten before time. 

See how beautiful we could have been, they sigh. 

Then fall so easy, spitting tanked hornets, 
land like a fist to the face and roll, 
silent scream.

And the geography of the ground 
is all hips and breasts, sugar and alcohol,  
woozy ants trek across it reciting the prayer of plenty. 

But if there ever was a woman, there was no woman. 
Only the stages of pear.

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