Iced fruit

Just put down another biography,

Followed a life as it unfolded itself

Through the obstacle course of events;

Jail time, best sellers, and bottle battles,

The multiple marriages, spurned children.

I walked along this river’s remembered banks,

Traced the flow over  white, rapid years,

And yet it always ends identically;

Face pressed up against the ward’s cold wall,

Holed up in the hospital you’ll never leave,

Hearing the strip-light flutter and spit,

People shifting scaffholding outside,

The lukewarm food untouched on steel platters,

Digesting the iced fruit of pure knowledge.


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