Fermenation

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This was a poem I wrote for the poetry class I'm in. We were reading a poetry book: The Stuntman by Brian Ladilaw (If you've never read him, check him out! He writes some weird stuff, but it's absolutely beautiful). Anyway, this poem was inspired by a poem of his called "Domestic Spacerace."
When you allow food to ferment, it's basically rotting so that something delicious will be created. This poem was to express this feeling, that something rotten can ultimately turn into something good.

Submitted: May 17, 2016

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I like it when I look out

 

and the world is silent

 

so I sit cross-legged, dazed and crass

 

as merlot snakes between my

 

teeth and riesling runs from my eyes

 

A tangerine sunrise beckons threateningly

 

over the ivory tower as apples and oranges

 

fizz and pop like moscato over my lips

 

The people sail through amber waves

 

cornflower veins across their breasts

 

sangria streaks across their cheeks

 

They charge the field, trumpets blaring and horses

 

braying trampling grapes in plum fields

 

When they are gone I crawl hands and knees

 

across the purple glades lapping up the

 

languishing rotten goodness waiting for the

 

delicious quiet that will never come again

 


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