NUT HARVEST

NUT HARVEST
 
Where once there were  grapes
now lie the shriveling remnants of raisins
still squeezed of their intense nonsense essence
into raisin juice, their seeds crushed to powder
blown out impotent and omnipotent
into the mid-day breeze of now
Survival unrivaled, a spiral unraveled  
Dumb plumb juice turns to June prune juice
as March magick marches on into an April ape-fool
using a new tool -evolving and solving
unsure fate within a prison with no cure
Nature isn't sure what day it is.
--------THE NUTS ARE CRUSHED--------
squeezed into....
PeeeeAAAAHH!!!!
-nut butter and jelly-
sandwiches
sand witches
cum and come
to burn all carnal concerns as she burns
She comes to feed us, not to starve us
no fear here.....in the eternal........
 
NUT HARVEST