from ripe to rotten

too real to live
should i 
lie down?
or stand up
and walk 
around again?

my eyes finally 
wide open up
my eyes finally 
wide open shut

to find the fount
of sound
that hears the 
touch from my tears

smells the taste 
of all we waste
could feed 
the others
but
we smother each other 
with the nectar
and pucker the sour
a bittersweet weather

it blows through our trees
swim through our seas
fly's through the last gasp we left
on this earth

it's a long
lonely journey
from death
           to 
        birth

watch

out

my

dearest

                                    we
                                    are
                                              watching
                                                  you
                                    fail
                                miserably