Raspberry Ripple
This wild raspberry kind of oodles over and
explodes with flavour
starts into this avant-rap about
metaphysical politics and carnival-corn sweetness
and I think this clown’s about thirty years ago
but I might just have one more spoonful
with cream
and do
and something happens
like a transplant (but not quite)
like an education (but more )
a newly opened window
dripping with spring dawn scent
and suddenly I see
(like I’m awake the whole time)
pictures sketched in charcoal
now vivid animated
no longer inconspicuous
(you’d think having escaped
they would keep it quiet but
they were released thrown out
to make as much noise
cause more of a disturbance
than any figment
any imagination
has ever caused)
so here they are
flaunting ripe clashes
coaxing attention from the sunshine
about to lose all hope of control
I look to the raspberry for guidance
but I’ve eaten it
and it’s only the beginning
I need another spoonful.
