Quaking broken apples

A little piece of sunshine 

Trapped in a leaf 

Burning for the exit 

Bleeding for release

Some call it cancer 

Some say it's shocking 

Someone has to answer 

While the goose is cooking 

Floating like reason 

Looking for a fight 

The microscopic lightnings 

Slowly earth alight 

I"m a flare of SunRays 

Retard yourself or else 

I'll burn your stubble field 

Take vertiginy by stealth

Call it release, call it death 

My soul is quaking broken apples

From these drunken cumbersome bones 

That rot ferment and metamorphose 

Until there's nothing left
Lament-a-Lot 
Sir Gallahad

Turn your tail to stone.

14/09/17

pic: Savina