A bowl of cherries.
And a bowl of cherries is
a mouthful of red,
tiny fruit bombs,
yes! cherry bombs!
exploding between our teeth,
skins and stains on our fingers
held up to the light,
juice running down our wrists
like stigmata,
like some liquor of the true cross –
thus I contemplate crucifixion,
the Roman soldier with his red cape
spitting unlucky dice,
only stones now
in the bowl,
nothing left, the bones
of fruit, dead seed –
so by the transitive property
you learned in High School,
"if a = b, and b = c,
then a = c"
life is...
the pits?
Miz Quickly
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Scratch Space 
Never thought of fruit from the point of view of either Christianity or math~
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Uh, yeah. Neither had I! LOLOL!
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Life is full of pits. Like potholes… maybe if we saved all the pits we could fill the potholes?
Fun read.
Quickly gets our juices flowing and takes us to places we perhaps only dreamed of?
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You really are so very deep, funny, twisted, and clever.
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LOLOL! Thank you so much!
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