Watermelon

Eggfruit

world of seeds

egotist's head

Vegetal copy of

the universe

laughing all the way

to compost

This poem was not 

supposed to be 

about you...

you see,

how your green

veil hides lush

red mouth slurping

wonder. No one,

having tasted your

freshness, can forget...

Oh, fruit of summer's shine!

How can we lose your simple

pleasure! Water shaman!

Ferocious glory fully carnal!

Deliciously obvious!

What jihad would it take

to declare you unholy?

"So what" to pompous, Pius

philosophy Machiavelli-ing

existence beyond recognition:

get your face wet.