something desperate

 

I pluck an apple

from a giving tree

 

and toss it up

high it spins and twirls,

 

as crows swarm around

with their awful wings

 

ready beaks like knives

they cut away the skin

 

with no intent of doing me

a favor in their fighting hunger

 

as gravity takes it back

down to my hand skinned-

 

clean and ready to eat,

I take a bite and walk away

 

from something desperate; as

the world spins blank space.

 

then I realize things this good

never lasts forever,

 

knowing all too soon the core

will be wedged between my teeth.