walking-like-a-lifeless-pig

I bite down on the apple
and all the juices flow into my mouth like the water fall in the jungle. So succulent;
this goddamn apple was.
Yknow, that waterfall? The one that I'm jumping out of in my mind because the water-is- so- cold- to- the- touch-of- my- skin- is- so- rough- with- yellow- sap- coming- out- of- my-pores- and- the- cigarette- butts- burning- my- arm-hairs.
It's so salty, but so satisfying
I could almost have an orgasm.
I could just shake on the floor and get goosebumps on my eyelids.
But I can't.
The ability?
HA, well it's lost.
The drive?
Well hell, that's lost also.
Because just last night, that succulent apple just-so-happened to be my best friends heart.
And I,
Me,
devilish me,
sinful little me,
ate that fucking "apple" with a smile on my face
and the blindness of a mouse.
The not-so-memory of an elephant
and the drive, un-like a car.

When this gum hits the enamel of my tooth
it turns to a pink
due to all the blood in the grooves of the roof of my mouth
the ceiling of the ordeal.
It creates a cavity
that soon creates a meteor in my mouth
which then creates a problem.
I can't kiss anybody.
That tingle in my lips?
HA, well that's lost.
The determination,
Well hell, that's lost too.
Sometimes, I just can't hold it in
the desire and the demons
that have taken me over at 3:00 AM
the zombie that has bitten into my neck
making ME an apple too.


It's I
that has made this city a quarantine.
The inferno that's outside of my window...
HOLD ON

My mouth is watering
I want an apple now.